…my left thumb under my fingers. When I’m really insecure both my thumbs disappear. Fetal position. I’m quite sure if they had an ultrasound in 1961 that’s what they’d see. Personalized by me. Nobody knows that, though. It’s not like they don’t know I’m insecure. Well, cuz maybe I’m not really. A lot of people who think they’re secure really are the opposite. They just don’t know how to peg me. That’s a good thing, right? OMG, my house is beautiful! It’s weird and diverse and inclusive and welcoming! I done good. Wish you, YOU, were here!
Oh, funny! DSII “They FUCK you in the drive through! :)” The guys are home!
At Least They're Committed 
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