As I sit here listening to a sad song on repeat, the only thing keeping my soul warm is a glass of rum and coke. Every now and then I glance over my shoulder to see if my phone’s screen has lit up, meaning a notification of some kind; hopefully, of course, a text message. 419 more words
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Ever bumped into someone and after watching them for a while, the impression you formed of them was, “This one wasn’t definitely cut out for a family life?” That might be a sad analysis of an individual I know, but sometimes circumstances might have someone reaching that conclusion. 820 more words
Happy belated birthday, girlfriend. I hope you got those clogs.
I love you.
Bonjour, gawd I’m hungry! It’s not 10:55 & I’ve been here since 7:45. 216 more words