My blogging has been in ruins since I fried my laptop. I’m posting this from my iPad. I can’t elaborate on the fuckeduptitude (new word) of what happened with B3. However, I would like to briefly revisit B1. I’d been here in California about three days when we had our date. We met at 2pm. At 3:15, I texted my friend, “OMG I love him.” Is that some kind of world record? Now, I am just reminded of Sassy Gay Friend. Look at your life. Look at your choices.
Now I’m just depressed