That thing where you’re facebook-married to a friend as a joke, and then a lot of time passes, and you wish you had never done it but maybe they still think it’s cute and you don’t really want to have the conversation with them about getting a facebook-divorce and it’s not like you don’t wanna be friends anymore but…
OMG ERIKA CHRISTENSEN FOLLOWS MY TWITTER! AND RESPONDS TO MY TWEETS USING TUMBLR! IM SO HAPPY AND CONFUSED!
ps. loved you in swimfan
-Fleetwood Mac’s “Silver Springs” is good, sure. But is good enough to repeat 18 times?
-Fleetwood Mac’s “I Don’t Wanna Know” is good, sure. But do you have to try to clap along? You will never figure out where the claps go.
-The shower has stopped making a shower sound. There must be something wrong with the shower pipes. She couldn’t possibly be not showering that often.
-I wish they had kept up those curtains I left in the apartment. I realize the curtains were ugly, but so is 20-something nudity.
-Oh no, not “Storms” again. Are those tears leaking through the floorboards?
-Where does she get all those crickets at 10am every day?
-I wonder when she will get a job. I wonder what she even puts in her iCal.
-Since she doesn’t look like the cooking type, I’m going to assume those are bacon scented candles.
-BOMB DRILL I RECALL FROM THE 50s! Oh no, it’s her phone buzzing on the hardwood floor. Talk to your mother for chrissakes.
-Oh good, she’s having friends over! That is healthy. Oh no, wait, she’s totally Home-Alone-ing me. I think that’s Michael Jordan’s silhouette in the window.