I dated a guy with one 't' at the end of his name. 99.9% of the time this name has two t's. But I'd rather not mention it because he might be reading this right now. If so, he knows I'm talking about him. Fml. We met in college. I was a sophomore and he was a senior. We read a love scene from a play called, 'The Woolgatherers.' Great play. He had a pet iguana that he walked on a leash. He was very kind and he drank 40's. That summer I drove to his house in the woods that his parents built in western MA. Everything made sense once I saw where he grew up. He grew up on a goat farm.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
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