the touring keyboard player for my favorite band has liked and unliked a decade-old thirst trap on my ig several times now. what is one supposed to do about that. was I supposed to slide in?
i thought the crazy part of me was retired but there she is. she was just reading the paper. nothing useful, the comics. she’s giggling. reading Garfield. she wants to show me what Arlene has been up to
situationships are timeless. i hope to be in assisted living one day getting mixed signals from my geriatric lover during bingo. and i hope they have jello there