they say you don't know what you got 'til it's gone / / they say that your darkest hour comes before your dawn

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

So Michael’s gone out to dinner with Ryan.

As he left, he kissed me really hard, and I could feel his facial hair tickling my lips.

“Merrrh. I could feel your… thingy… I don’t even know what part of your face that was.”

“What ?”

“I couldn’t tell if it was your moustache or beard that was pressing against my lips.”

Yeah, amazing descriptive skills right there. Because of my throat infection, whenever I laugh I sound like fucking Elmo.

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