April 07, 2002
This morning, E.S., with whom I've been having nice and casual sex once or twice a week for several weeks, referred to himself as my boyfriend.
Then my head exploded.
So now I guess the only thing to do is to get a joint checking account and become completely codependent on each other and inextricably linked in ways that make us both miserable.
Either that or move to Burkina Faso (formerly Upper Volta).
I'll post as soon as I decide which option to take.
Posted by Faustus, MD at 08:32 PM
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1) Convivia said (on 04/14/02 at 09:43 PM):
Ouagoudougou that voodoo that you do so well...
MWAHHHHH! Big kiss. At least you had sex with this guy; remember my "boyfriend" that I didn't know about?
Billions of hugs,
Me
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