» Anderson Cooper
I fed her a french fry and downed the last of my PBR at 12:52. I know this because that’s the time stamp on the text that I sent to my bestie, to tell him that I was going home with this girl. This girl, she was wearing a Modest Mouse t-shirt, and she’s only a little older than me. But just then, under the bar light, she looked really matronly and says, “You should always tell a friend where you’re going when you go home with a stranger. You know, just in case something happens.” The gesture is endearing and creepy all at once. In that moment that I go from finding her attractive to really liking her. And I imagine that at this time the news of the shooting was hitting twitter and the major networks. My bestie pings me back. He bets $20 she’s got one of those feminine fist bump power tattoos. I bet him $30 it’s in the small of her back.
» New Blog aka A Place For Production
So, here’s the thing tumblr. You have a really negative affect on my content production Because the thing is, you’re not about content production. And that’s ok. And this doesn’t mean we can’t be friends. I’m just compartmentalizing.
» I don't feel bad about it... - w4m - 23 (Cap. Hill)
“You looked kind of like that heroin dealer from that one TV show. And I was trying to cross the street. You leaned out of your car window and started yelling at me about how I was hot, ‘for a fat chick’. Because everyone likes a compliment with a caveat. You looked so surprised when I threw my coffee thermos at your car. I think it cracked the windshield. And you know what? I don’t feel bad about it at all.”
