Friday

Note to self

Note to self: Single (Straight) Men do NOT go to wine bars.

Note to self: Going into the neighbors building climbing over the roof and entering your own building through the roof door is not the way to get home.

Note to self: If Kerry tells you go sleep in Boy X's bed and says, "Don't worry. He's Gay", she's probably lying.


Note to self:  Texting your little brother to inquire what year he was born in order to verify that the child you are currently making out with is at least the same age or older, is  sign that you are digressing in life.


Note to self: Gay men like boobs too.

Note to self: When your girlfriend tells you NOT to hook up with her brother, be sure to clarify how many brothers she has PRIOR.

Note to self: Men who don't like to snuggle were unloved as children. Move on.

Note to self: Boys who say "yo" should be immediately dismissed. Age does matter.
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My Future Ex Husband

My Future Ex Husband: Tucker Max --- About us: San Francisco, bay area raised Catholic school girls dishing about the single life and how it all goes down. Occasional appearances by Ghost Writers, the girls crazy enough to be friends with us, with accounts crazier than ours.

The Truth:
We’re really good at getting what we want, partly because of our God given gift of persuasiveness and also years of practice perfecting our craft. We are also very competitive (especially with each other) and we don’t play fair. This is what happens when you’ve been friends for 16 years and lived next door to eachother. For the better part of our adolescence we were attached at the hip. We also come from very similar backgrounds; we are both the mutts of Asian and Caucasian parents. Therefore, we’re pretty much sisters, and fucking gorgeous. And the best thing about being family is that no matter how much you fuck up, the other one still has to love you (although I think this swings a little more in Greedy Greedy’s favor than mine).