Here is today’s second post.
Last weekend, when asked whether I was still with N.T., that guy I was with before, my friend A.N. replied, “no, they broke up so N.T. could go be a twink again.”
This is exactly true.
However, when one is approaching thirty, as both N.T. and I are, it becomes more and more difficult to maintain twinkhood.
In honor of this phenomenon (and out of bitterness at N.T.), my friend B.N. and I have written the following little poem:
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
Never mind how old you are.
Starry, starry little twink,
Pour yourself another drink.
Get yourself a sugar dad.
Close your eyes. It’s not so bad.
love the poem… lol
Happy Thanksgiving, btw. And to anyone who looks at this. ;P
pure plath, really. heh.
Yeah… Happy Thanksgiving 🙂
So, I guess I’m a bad fag but someone needs to explain this to me: When did NT stop being a twink so that he had to be one again? I only met him once, when you were still together, but he seemed pretty twinky to me. Is he more twinky now?
He was always a twink, but when we were together he wasn’t getting his brains fucked out by every carbon-based life form with a penis. Now he is. Which I think is some sort of twink intensifier, or twinktensifier, if you will. Also, now he goes to school for interior design, which is pretty twinky.
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