BrightBea: You were by my place? You could have called.
Me: Honestly, how does anyone find me? I didn’t give you my last name.
Her: A girl’s gotta be careful.
I’ve spent the last several 4ths of July by my lonesome for reasons that aren’t important.
This year may be different but it’s hard to tell at the moment.
I’m in familiar unfamiliar territory, again.
Speaking of people reading my blog.
Lviv: You didn’t tell me that you went to see your ex.
Me: We don’t owe each other anything, yet. (later) Wait, I thought besides me you were seeing an economist and a male stripper something.
Her: Ex male stripper, who’s an ex. The economist wanted to hang out more, but I wasn’t feeling him. I like him as a friend.
Me: I need to start making a list.
Neither of us have plans for the 4th so maybe we’ll randomly run into each other somewhere on the Upper West Side?
On that note,
Mouse: I did quite enjoy that you managed to include in (our conversation) the part about a shipment of toothbrushes.
Me: (laughing) I honestly didn’t think anything of them until you mentioned it. I suppose that’s subconscious?
When I’m single I have more house guests for a variety of reasons, all of which revolve around my being centrally located in Manhattan.
Don’t read too much into it.
Mainly because, a rule I’ve always had is that: If you stay over, you get a toothbrush – with a choice of colour – and some sorta brekkie.
Before I met Alison, I bought three 12-packs of toothbrushes and went through two plus a couple here and there.
It might surprise you that some toothbrush conversations were quite sad, as odd as that sounds.
As for brekkie, that’s just to be polite.
Since we’re talking about food – Pac’s been making food videos. That’s his latest.
Do me a favour and like the video and subscribe? I need one of my friends to hit it big so I can borrow money.
Toothbrushes don’t grow on trees you know.