What is my life she says? Yesterday may go down as the weirdest of the last couple months. I went to the world's smallest Pride festival, got my spouse a date, and can't seem to stop peeing. You know, I was prepared to type a huge paragraph today, but that literally summed it up in one sentence. Amazing.
Oh you want details? Well, B has another in the pipeline. The one we hung out with last week. Well the two of them were being so stupid around each other last night I just finally had enough and told them they each like the other, just do something. So B straight up asks this girl out on a date in front of me. I don't know. It bothered me, but it didn't? Because I have given up hope on our relationship. Just it's over. It's just when do I ask them to leave without feeling guilty about it?
I don't know any more. It's all so weird.
Oh and someone OD'd at the festival. That was fun. I got my face painted and got six loaves of bread donated to my group for camping.
What is my life?
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