Friday, June 4, 2010

Texts from Sometime in my Life: The Personal Archive

I text a lot. This typically means receiving a lot of replies. Anyway, at any given time my inbox is overflowing because I tend to be unable to delete them. More often than not the messages are about plans for the night but occassionally they verge on the hilarious or inappropriate. I figure it wouldn't hurt to share every once and a while. Here's a favorite:

"I hope his cock tastes like sunshine."

In true TFLN fashion, I won't give any context, but trust that it was sent in bitter, drunken anger.

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