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No butt stuff is by accident, sorry not sorry to say

The hell is an Ohio? Is that an offbrand Oreo recalled for scoliosis?

"Shut up, I'm not gay!"

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skin-walker

Lord I try. I really do

Bundaberg is everywhere in my town. I think I like it more than the popular brand sodas, but it's certainly not a frequent purchase.

I'm a skateboarder and cyclist, but out of the options I think tennis is the priority. Volleyball too, but I'm worse at that than I am at tennis.

From the writer of MEH And the director of NYEGH Comes BYLEUYGHHH

I am still broken from the betrayal

Thanks! I feel so adult.

It would be a way for you to make up not showing up to my thesis defense.

The Room, dir. by Tommy Wiseau

The house is pretty darn big. I'd be surprised if anybody could hear us from certain parts of the house!

I've been living in apartments ever since my half-year in South Korea in 2013. While I've been living in a house for the last two years, my spouse and I haven't been on the lease. We don't didn't expect to get the house either. It was mine, my spouse's, and our housemates first choice, but there were prospective renters ahead of us. We were sure they'd sign, and with homelessness looming (the landlord is selling the house we live in now) we figured we'd have to settle. But they didn't sign, and we got the go ahead to meet, inspect, and sign. So we're excited. We live right next to one of our good friends, too.

Trying to keep my writing habits strong. Working a lot because of college debt from both undergrad and grad school. Living my best life as best girl instead of best boy.

https://www.austinchronicle.com/daily/music/2019-09-11/austin-songwriting-genius-daniel-johnston-dead-at-58/?fbclid=IwAR2KElIjPJArTr-W5rT0zGD9ab6ZoiY1vb-Zxg15qHkvEKPezD010LxNxws Rest in peace, Daniel Johnston

The rest of the crew was gone for the night. The line cook, the front server, and the dishwasher finished already. The front server hit the breaker switches before he left so only the bar was lit while the restaurant sat in darkness. I turned things off and made sure everything was completed before locking the hallway door by shutting it and pulling up on the handle. The moment the lock clicked into place, I heard something like the recycling bin behind the bar, on the other side of the door, being dragged slowly, heavily across the linoleum. I paused, wondering if I heard the sound correctly. It didn't sound like refrigeration, and I had yet to double check the front and back doors to make sure they were locked. I also doubted I heard what I heard. I'm a nervous woman, so I figured I made some shit up in my head. But the sound could be heard through the door again. And another time. I raced to the back door, which was locked. I raced to the front door also locked. I returned to the locked gate that separates the bar from the all-ages portion of the restaurant. From there, the sound was incredible. This dragging, almost whirring sound was filling up the whole bar. I wondered, "Perhaps it's windy out." I opened the back door to feel a breeze. Nothing: a typical muggy summer night. The air was still. I can still hear the sound through the locked hallway door, so I muster up the courage to unlock the office, cross the walk-in fridge, and re-enter the bar. Behind the bar, that sound of the recycle bin being dragged across the floor is even louder. Now I'm also hearing the sound of somebody or something bouncing a ball against the floor. I'm terrified to pull out my phone from my back pocket. But I do. I need to know what the hell is going on. That's when I realize I didn't turn off the massive Bluetooth speaker, and I somehow buttdialed my way to YouTube, and a tennis match with no commentary is playing. That whirring, whooshing sound that sounded like the recycle bin is scattered applause and cheers. The bouncing ball is - obviously - the volleys during the match. Thirty minutes of fear later, I'm alone in the bar as before. Only now I am dying of laughter. Tldr I'm a dumb bitch

Are the cishets okay?

As somebody who doesn't require sexual intimacy to remain strongly in love, my feelings come through other forms of affection, thoughtful gestures, sitting next to them. It's not easy to explain. Sometimes it's just seeing him groan when I tell an elaborately planned pun. It's getting to make fun of him for his super healthy but gross looking food choices. It's waking up late and discovering he's bought something from the store for me. It's sending I love you randomly through the day via text. I don't know how it works, truthfully, but it does.

I changed my mind it's this one

Twas truly :3

Pop music isn't everybody's thing, but she puts on a hell of a show. Most people remember her for Call Me Maybe, though her most recent albums are fire af.

It's her hometown, so it was a huge deal. It was also pretty much the biggest gathering of gays I'd ever seen, next to pride.

Nah. Wanted to, but we were only there for the evening/night/afternoon, and my budget was pretty tight