September 2010
7 posts
Girls are like apples on trees. The best ones are... →
One. New York Taxi.
I went to NYC this spring for the first time in four years. I hadn’t been there since my senior year in high school. As always it was an amazing trip and the city did not disappoint. I would never consider myself someone who “knows” the city but I have been a handful of times and going back was great. It brought back a flood of memories: my first time alone in the city, my first...
Ideally the objection is to get laid.
Me: I'm glad to be here but like I don't want to have random sex. I also don't need a boyfriend. I need something in the middle.
Adam: That would be wonderful.
Me: Yep agreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed! The ideal situation would be to have sex like three times a week with someone who lives close by. Until I find a boyfriend. However there is no rush on that.
Adam: If only.
Me: It would be ideal though. Think about it. Three times a week, no sleepover necessary BUT not frowned upon either. Have a few drinks or a joint, fuck, sleepover or not and go on with life. If I could have that until I find love, which has to on the horizon sometime, life would be perfect. I'm sure there is a man somewhere who I could be attracted to and who would like this situation. Right?
Adam: Yeah. You'd think so. It sounds ideal.
I'm Off the Grid
This is where i’m spending the next four months, and it turns out that town has something against tumblr. It’s blocked at school and pretty much everywhere except for the slightly damp porch i’m now sitting on. This wifi hot spot won’t be too inviting as it quickly cools down here. So i probably won’t be posting too much. See you in the New Year!
Annik
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