Can you tell I’m bored?

Today I caught up with a friend from five hundred years ago. We had Starbucks and a bird pooped on him. Twice. Then we got kebabs.

He’s an Aussie-American with one of those sweet-as hybrid accents. He told me of his dubious party antics, living in San Diego, and I lapped all that shit up.

Just FYI, I’m insanely jealous he has a second passport. Someone from overseas—marry me, please?

That’s all I have to say for now.

M

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Can you tell I’m bored?

Today I caught up with a friend from five hundred years ago. We had Starbucks and a bird pooped on him. Twice. Then we got kebabs.

He’s an Aussie-American with one of those sweet-as hybrid accents. He told me of his dubious party antics, living in San Diego, and I lapped all that shit up.

Just FYI, I’m insanely jealous he has a second passport. Someone from overseas—marry me, please?

That’s all I have to say for now.

M