Vodka made me do it.

One more on this, and then, sweet baby Jesus willing, I think I’m done.

Possibly (erm, make that probably) inebriated conversation with a male friend…

Friend: “Does That Guy know you’re the one writing these posts when he likes them on Tumblr?”

Me
: “Yep. I told him about it before I fucked everything up.”

Friend
: “Before HE fucked everything up. Don’t get it twisted.”

Me
: “Mutual destruction.”

Friend
: “That’s weird, though.”

Me
: “What, that he knows? Or that he’ll like posts about my body but turned down my many offers to do any naughty little thing he wanted to it?”

Friend
: “Both. I mean, he made his choice, right?”

Me
: “Eh. It’s fine. He doesn’t read often. If I don’t want him to like the posts, I’ll just keep writing about feelings. He never did like my feelings.”

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