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03.01.03 . 11:45 pm
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Mr. Passport Guy: So, what's taking you all the way to England? Family?
Me: No, not family. Actually... My... boyfriend. Mr. Passport Guy: Boyfriend? What's he doing all the way over there? Me: He lives there. I fell for an Englishman. Mr. Passport Guy: What?! Doesn't he know better than to be English?! Yes. That's right. I used the term "boyfriend." It sounds a hell of a lot better than, "A man I met on the internet who wanks off at me..." And makes me laugh whenever I'm down... And speaks sweet words... And smiles a most beautiful smile... And I love him. Mood: LuckyWearing: Ladybug tank top, my pj bottoms Listening To: The Cure Thinking: Happy thoughts Wishing: The passport gets here as soon as possible |