Men who ride yellow bikes with dogs on pink leashes are never available. Men who ride yellow bikes with dogs on pink leashes will always have a girlfriend.
It is Thursday night.
I watch stupid, odd films on ETV rather than going to any party of note.
This southern woman on super 8 film talks of her grandfather’s funeral.
I realize I am 23, and have never lost anyone that I really loved.
Does this make me lucky? Or set up.