You should be too
A friend recently shared with me an old newspaper clipping he had found, all about an ancestor of his. the bottom half reads like every straight-guy profile on tinder, I swear to god.
“I’m a man of good business qualifications. I lead an outdoor life and am ever active, being strong, muscular and of somewhat distinguished appearance; and strictly moral and temperate… and you should be as well.”
I hate that place I don’t know why I bother. Take you and your stupid profile back to 1835 Texas, why don’t you.
I guess I’m just bored and lonely.
I’ve been writing, but so far there is not much activity on my new site. And by “not much” I mean none. I expected an instant overnight hit! This world is not deserving of me.
Dear foreign bots, I had to start a new journal site, because I broke this one and I don’t know how to fix it, so can you please come see me there? Please.
You know, I wonder if I should get a bruins tattoo on my back shoulder. Or a tiny little constellation inside my wrist. Or this:
