December 2011
13 posts
me: merry christmas! wish we were doing a chosen family thing. I think we should soon.
feeltank: Meryl Christmas. meant to say merry but somehow Meryl works! yes, chosen family in 2012? Bc this shot is getting old.
me: It's a real old shot, let's start thinking cabin.
feeltank: Yesss It needs to be like the cabin/ski lodge episode of Every Sitcom. hijinx will ensue!
me: i'll be the one who ends up with the hair that responds hilariously to the climate
me: you can be the one who keeps disappearing mysteriously to, it will turn out, rekindle an old penchant for off-track betting
feeltank: Teebs will be the one who,during the inevitable blackout, crawls into the bed of the wrong man.
me: that man will turn out to be diego's allegedly deceased, but it turns out merely gay, biological father whom he's never met.
feeltank: Wilkinson gets the whimsical subplot involving a child or a small dog.
feeltank: Did I mention that this is all occurring on our hospice sitcom? "First, they were Living Single. Now, they're Dying Together."
me: Can we just go ahead and call it Shady Pines?
feeltank: Brillz.
Teebs gives me a peptalk with references to 90s...
TP: yeah i was thinking about this
TP: about how much online social media shit shapes our expectations or makes us afraid or intimidated of certain people, and then you hang out and you realize! wait im fierce as fuck and these fools have trouble making eye contact with ME
TP: and im actually a good conversationalist and they dont know what to do with words.
TP: FUCK EM!
TP: GRAVY BOAT!
TP: thats what u call a muthafuckin gravy boat
TP: man makin out til sunrise by a bonfire
TP: yr like the pg13 gay american pie
TP: devon sawa bathing in a sunbeam
My poem "Das Butt" is up on KEEP THE LIGHTS ON →
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