“Welcome to Squaresville. Population: one.”
It has to keep going…
… because it is should be interesting.
And I can’t think of anything so far…
I started this post 20 minutes ago trying to figure out something to write about.
Write what you had on your mind.
What would that be? Girls? A girl?
But that’s always on your mind.
Not all the time.
I also think about other stuff. Mainly other stuff, because thinking about girls gets you depressed.
Depressed?
Not really. But that is the way I played my cards.
You could never play right. Your ‘tell’ is just too obvious.
Right. You noticed. Now if only they could, too.
Yup.
