WE MISS WANAKITA SO MUCH SO SOME OF US ARE CONTINUING IT, OKAY? OKAY.
Here is where I will be posting from now on. 5 years in the future and everyone is in New York. Good. Yes. Come love us. We love you.
No, hobbits are bad for eating. I do have an interesting story concerning skittles, though. We’ll talk over frapps. See you then.
Siddy biddy. Siddles. Coffee is fantastic but this shit is sludge compared to my favorite shop back home. But it doesn’t matter, yes, awesome. Half an hour?
No fair, your name doesn’t do fun things. I’ll come up with something. Yes, let’s. That sounds delightful.
You little rebel, you.
Exactly. So, how are you, Mr. Sidney Anderson?
No tattoos, but the cartilage of my ear is pierced. Well, it was pierced… You can’t see the hole very well anymore. An attempt to piss off my dad. It worked!
Cute. It took me a long time to get the dads to agree to this little beauty, but once I told them it was easily covered and proclaimed my undying love for musical theater, they were sold. It’s technically not allowed at school, though, so I have to cover it with bracelets or makeup and if a teacher catches me, say it’s marker. I don’t care, I love it.
It’s not. Pinky swear.
Good. You don’t have any hidden tats or piercings, do you?
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I wasn’t looking at your wrist. Why would I look at your wrist of all things right now?
Valid point. I hope a little ink isn’t a turnoff.
Are you sure you’re not drunk? I’m not wearing any bracelets. “I Believe.” It’s from Spring Awakening.