Amake

I know, I thought I could.

I THOUGHT WRONG

*Fooled by Queen's "invisible signature"*

Here I thought "Clementine Fiasco" would be right up your alley!

*poke*

Say Queen what do you think about my LP?

Snake was the first to give my post history a close look and talk to me personally you know. So you better ask yourself, do you really want to know?

I do not do Twitter.
I will never do Twitter.
I boycott it on principle. 140 character limit? Names like "Twitter" and "tweets?" Belonging as a member to a social marketing tool dominated by hacks, trolls, corrupt politicians, and annoying celebrities?
I'll take my chances of being that old-fashioned guy who posts public messages on NPF.

I have no idea what a pity-boink is.
...Please don't tell me. I'm far better off not knowing.

Bah, if you think I have a chance in hell at acquiring a week-long heartjerking windswept romantic tryst with anyone, let alone Barista Girl, you have me mistaken with James Bond. Or Nikose.

I'll just settle for whining about my ineptitude here at NPF and eventually I'll go back to law school and start working twelve hours a day again. You don't know how lucky you are. Between the two of us, you definitely made the right decision as to where to invest your work.

So is your boyfriend in this threesome aware of just how lucky he is?
Because really, you should remind him just how lucky he is.

Also as a brief aside I consider this absolute proof that there is no God: what kind of benevolent, caring omnipotent being would give a carefree artist a threesome while inflicting such suffering onto a poor, struggling, hard-working law student? What kind of world has karma that works this way?!?