My last clean underwear were the very special underpanties as seen on my youtube channel from 2007. Wearin’ ‘em right now.
1. I AM ON A COMPUTER
2. IT IS FANTASTIC AS FUCK
3. I MISS MANNERS (POLITEST CAVEWOMAN IN WHOLE VALLEY)
All Marri longed for was a man to whisper doux “de riens” in her ear. And the best frangipane croissant qu’elle n’a jamais mangé.
As she choked on a mélange of chickpeas and larmes silencieuses, she finally realized the true worth of a tender man. But even more so, the worth of a flaky croissant.
See, it’s always been the other way around for Marri, and she knows better than to expect either of them to stick around long after she’s through with them. And when left with the choice, she always goes for the one that’s easiest to swallow; easiest to forget.
Marri then ran to the bathroom; along with her tears, and her lunch, she purged the thought of yet again making the wrong choice.
Rather than sitting around and waiting to be swept off her feet, Marri swept her heart up off the floor and set off in the direction of a bakery. Any bakery. Because she knew that within a matter of minutes, it would happen all over again.
Keenan, I can’t communicate to you how hard I am crying with laughter right now. This is the most accurate assessment of Marri anyone has ever written.
The ending is the story of our lives.
is in toronto
all of my dreams are coming true
Is this the dream where we’re transforming into liquid and pooling together in a mold for a record and then someone plays the album and our very souls enter their ears and turn their brain into pure energy or the one where I’m your unicorn pony and you brush my hair and feed me sugar cubes and spur me into a gallop over a cliff where I become a pegasus unicorn pony and fly into the sunset?
stolemyshoes replied to your post: Toronto
Wait, wasn’t you plan to be sexknifed though?
ittybittykittycommittee replied to your post: Toronto
davethebrave a mere five hours away oghmygoooshhh
The answer to both of these replies is: Travis and I will be in the news for a mutual sexknifing, one way or another.
Here I am. Just letting you know my planes didn’t crash and I wasn’t sexknifed.