One Day of Triage.

San Francisco was fucking amazing.

But we’re making a pit stop in Portland for the night, and it’s so nice to be back.

So there’s this boy…

…and when he laughs, it sounds like a pack of wild school children going ape-shit on a jungle gym.

But we’re kind of falling for each other.

I feel like I need a boombox to hold up outside his window or something…this may get kind of complicated.

In my underwear, sitting on the ground, Tumblr’ing

At the Hostel I’m staying at.
Hipster guy cleaning the dorms busts in the door singing Cee Lo Green’s “Fuck You” at the top of his lungs.
See’s me chilling in the corner, freezes, and says:

“This…is…awkward…”

And walks out slowly.
I think he meant him singing, because I know for a fact that the number of fucks given by me about my underwear sitting, iPad scrolling ass…was very low. Close to zero.

Because coincidentally, there is very little to no shame involved in Lonnie’s game.