So It feels like I have been moving for an eternity.....
I have also found that my roommate and I packed all the Tupperware and I decided to make sure it all matches at the new place.... I found out that not only very little matches but we had an absurd amount of Indian food containers. I trashed the evidence.
I have also patched holes in the wall and people did not take all their shit when they left. I was being nice and offered to drop it off but now am just thinking of trashing it.
Also this navigating being in a relationship with Grasshopper is well, just that. He told me that he feels like we've been together for years.... (I don't see that as a compliment) In my head I'm thinking so you've already started slaking of on the sweet beginning stuff and I've already gotten the best of ya? Ugh
About Me
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- The Makeout Bandit is the me who makes out with people she may or may not know, in various settings. I know it feels good and is fun. I usually don't go home with them and I may try to turn one into an ish along the way. And when the Bandit isn't around I try to date. Enjoy the rants and updates about my life. So I'm in my 20s and dating in Boston, who else needs a drink. What could be more fun? I usually end up with some sort of weird story from my adventures. So instead of telling it over and over again, I've posted it here. Also the stories get better when the Hurricane is in town!
1 comment:
Good for you (the move and the sex).
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