The internet is a stranger place
Someday I will tell you the story of how weird it is that I ever even met my bf in the first place.
The internet is a strange place.
That moment when you forget an online person’s actual name, then realize that it’s kind of weird that you ever knew their name in the first place, considering you had one class together, many years ago, and never talked outside class, and as far as you can remember didn’t even talk in the class, and now that you mention it, how did you even become connected online in the first place?
In a fit of narcissism, I just re-read my whole tumblr. Turns out, I’m the same person I was three years ago (or so), and all the links and photos are still so fantastic that I want to reblog the entire thing to force people to read it all. Seriously, I think about that semen article at least once a week. Fascinating.