Case of the omnipresent ex
With nauseating certainty, I always manage to run into my ex Sean whenever I’m in the Castro. I know that he lives there, but I only ever go there for haircuts and the rare happy hour. It’s not like I perpetually hang out there or drop in all that often. And still, despite wanting to avoid his hateful ass at all costs, I always end up crossing paths with his ass.
I just wish he would move away. Far, far away. Possibly back to Japan. Then I wouldn’t have to deal with him, or visit the Castro without worrying about bumping into him at the Bar on Castro or Badlands. It would make the gayborhood so much more fun.
I discovered just the other day that Sugar’s cat food comes in a resealable bag. Like one of those sandwich bags that you…reseal. Meaning she must’ve been eating stale cat food all these many months. Might explain why she’s such a cunty kitty.
