I Love You...

Cassie and I met as casual friends, and by casual friends I mean we met specifically to sleep together casually, without attachments.  Because that’s how I do (that’s not really how I do.  I know that now). Everyone who I mentioned this meeting to said the same things – Oh.  That’s going to end horribly. [&hellip

Overheard on Facebook...

Kim: is it too early for a beer? Linsey: No. It’s Sunday. Football. K: okay. L: Beer and football go together K: becuase i have nothing else but water to drink i have no football is that okay? L: I’m watching football so I have that covered K: does that make me an alcoholic? thank [&hellip

Overheard at Bauhaus

Linsey: when is date night? Kim: Friday L: plan? K: picnic at lincoln park L: PICNIC so romantic K: i’m providing food. she’s providing the picnic basket and blanket                                   L: PICNICS ARE FOR DATES K:  yes, well, this [&hellip

The Fat Chick

Fat Bastard: I can’t stop eating. I eat because I’m unhappy, and I’m unhappy because I eat. It’s a vicious cycle. Now, if you’ll excuse me, there’s someone I’d like to get in touch with and forgive… myself. Fat Bastard: [Farts] Sorry. I farted. It’s a long road ahead. There is one particular moment that [&hellip

Overheard on Facebook...

Kim: She doesn’t care for orange juice too much, which is great because I hate it when people drink all my juice. Linsey: Nice. A match made in heaven! Does she like cat clocks? or cat things? Does she do things out of the house? What is her favorite kind of wood? K: She took [&hellip