far from crete

He flops upside down on his couch, feet craned up the wall-- just like he used to do as a child-- and pulls out his phone. Without adding any numbers, because he never got them (smart Benny), he adds the following contacts:

Bottle Blonde Dima 😉 Southern Vet 🐾 Short King Open Shirt 🌶️ Woman...(Irish?)

Yeah. Woman. What else was he meant to put? She didn't give him a name, at least not one he can remember. He can't even look her up. This City is huge. Ugh. He instead opts for jumping on tumblr and posts the following craigslist-like missed connection and hopes for the best: ]]

girl @ the party that asked if my cowhead was real - m4w @selkiemcbride

fair but i’m castin fireball in your direction

tmi

sounds like a you problem

mulch-and-more replied to your post “okay okay so last week it was doors goin missin and this week am havin...”

at least you have a nose, ive been sweeping settling spores for hours

BROKE