Mr. Wonderful recently reported that he doesn't want to be in a relationship, that he has too much he wants to do. OK, fair enough. Am tired of ironing his shirts anyway.
He is coming by to pick up his stuff tonight. His stuff consists of 4 pairs of slacks, socks, 2 t-shirts, 2 shoulder bags, 8 manila folders filled with his previous w-2's and other personal docs, umbrella, shoes, lightweight black jacket, 4 button down work shirts, assorted toiletries and a lap top cover. That's a lot of stuff. This guy wasn't looking for a relationship, just another storage unit to stash his overflow wardrobe, I guess. I'd like to add that I left absolutely nothing at his place, because although I was open to a relationship I wasn't expecting one to actually happen and the trip to get stuff from a short affair ex's apt. is the longest distance from home.
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Time is my everything & You are my only home
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- ves
- east village, new york, United States
- not that i'd been sitting around toiling over ideas or items, or anything, but in between friends, family, boyfriends, break-ups, drinking, parties, blemishes, job changes, weight loss, weight gain, obsessive working out, not working out at all, quitting smoking, paying rent, birthdays, work, vacations, 3 years passed since the day I decided to start my blog --- Pan three years later
Holla
It makes me laugh, it just fucking does
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