tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9760975.post8494861409942431125..comments2023-11-03T04:19:48.234-06:00Comments on Reality Faker: So, yeah, I had a date.notquiteawakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561172045544777783noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9760975.post-38008183179723043852009-06-10T20:27:07.644-06:002009-06-10T20:27:07.644-06:00But can we talk about you going into a stranger...But can we talk about you going into a stranger's place by yourself?? No, this is not your mother. Seriously though, don't do that again. Lecture done. Some might say you're retarded or something? Ha!Lindzlenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9760975.post-32491596737799526572009-06-09T09:09:03.067-06:002009-06-09T09:09:03.067-06:00" Not necessarily a romantic connection, but ..." Not necessarily a romantic connection, but a connection none the less. And that connection would grow into something that both of us know is there but no one wants to say anything for fear of ruining the friendship but then one of us does say something, probably me, and BAM! it happens and we're together and it's awesome."<br /><br />This happened to me, and it was awesome.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9760975.post-1322912481132016062009-06-08T20:09:46.656-06:002009-06-08T20:09:46.656-06:00INB: I think "Whirl-poop condos" was act...INB: I think "Whirl-poop condos" was actually the name. That should have warned me I guess. Also, everyone I tell about the condo says YOU WENT UP TO HIS CONDO?!! So apparently I'm not that smart.<br /><br />May: Thanks. It really doesn't bother me though.<br /><br />Lyn: You're comments are funnier than my posts. Stop it. No, don't.notquiteawakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07561172045544777783noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9760975.post-52200772494920286402009-06-08T13:24:10.871-06:002009-06-08T13:24:10.871-06:00I once texted Ky that some guy offered to sell me ...I once texted Ky that some guy offered to sell me his 11-year-old son, except my T9 on my phone automatically filled in "poo" for "son" so it looked like he had offered to sell me his 11-year-old poo. <br />I took him up on neither offer.LynnieChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00451076575419937000noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9760975.post-61764521090605359782009-06-08T11:56:56.582-06:002009-06-08T11:56:56.582-06:00It's good you tried. I'm sorry it wasn...It's good you tried. I'm sorry it wasn't great.Bronwynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18386091994745153450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9760975.post-45196700277563623482009-06-08T08:11:13.858-06:002009-06-08T08:11:13.858-06:00I'm sorry, I had trouble reading a word you wr...I'm sorry, I had trouble reading a word you wrote after "whirl-poop" because I wasn't prepared for the rush of giggle that flew through my brain and I think I might have had a slight stroke.<br /><br />It appears that I am also seven. <br /><br />Seriously, though, Whirl-Poop Condos sounds like a bitchin place to live.<br /><br />And I don't think it's so far-fetched to want to be friends with someone first. How do you know if you want to get in a relationship with someone if you're not sure that you can be friends as well?<br /><br />That's right- I said bitchin.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com