you (changed) clothes on the upper east side of manhattan, in a phone booth last year.
you do the best “cotter answering machine” impersonation
i lover her more than drugs & she lovers me more than penis i coud prolly die happerful now
the phone booth thing was cos i had an interview or something at express & i dress like a hobo & i decided i wanted to cambiar mis ropas like right then and there & she hid my junk from passerbys & in return i let her touch it. we’ve been the nonsexual best friends ever since
