before curtis left me to go back to his
hole in nyc i asked him to give me
something i could remember him by.
something special that only the truly
best of friends share. he gave me
scabies.
actually, what i meant to say is that
curtis is a little shit. he sneaks onto my
friendster login & creates fictional
testimonials when i'm not looking, he
leaves bagel crumbs on my bed & he
bitches & moans about never getting
laid, but can't pull himself away from the
television long enough to meet anybody.
watch out curtis, i'm training mortisha to
leave more presents for you on your
bed...
i still have that god damn bruise.. come
see me.. i live in sac.. i miss you..
lets discuss money.. i love it.
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what can I say about curtis. uhm, he is
all things to me. a housemate, a friend,
a person to tell the story of my life to -
he's such convenient exposition. Without
Curtis, who'd else know where I am, how
I got here and how that path might affect
where I am headed. Plus i hear he's
great in the 'sack.'
i heard from a source that curtis has
proposed to marry me. this is rather
exciting. he also specifically said that it
can't be like my marriage to seth. by
this, he means fake and paperless.
between curtis and me, there is no love
involved. barely even friendship. he
wants my englishness, i want his money.
i like this.
Posted
Curtis. The name kind of sounds like cactus. He
was my best friend back in third grade until fate
intervened and ripped us apart for many years.
But life is strange and we somehow found our way
back to eachother, twelve years later. Then fate
intervened and ripped us apart again. I'm thinking
about moving to New York, buddy.
Testimonials and Comments for Curtis
hot bike studs after he comes back to
Brooklyn.
P.S. Curtis - Don't even THINK about
coming back from Texas without my
Lonestar earrings!
get arrested with than you.
hole in nyc i asked him to give me
something i could remember him by.
something special that only the truly
best of friends share. he gave me
scabies.
Its made up of a bunch of goddamn lies.
curtis is a little shit. he sneaks onto my
friendster login & creates fictional
testimonials when i'm not looking, he
leaves bagel crumbs on my bed & he
bitches & moans about never getting
laid, but can't pull himself away from the
television long enough to meet anybody.
watch out curtis, i'm training mortisha to
leave more presents for you on your
bed...
see me.. i live in sac.. i miss you..
lets discuss money.. i love it.
all things to me. a housemate, a friend,
a person to tell the story of my life to -
he's such convenient exposition. Without
Curtis, who'd else know where I am, how
I got here and how that path might affect
where I am headed. Plus i hear he's
great in the 'sack.'
proposed to marry me. this is rather
exciting. he also specifically said that it
can't be like my marriage to seth. by
this, he means fake and paperless.
between curtis and me, there is no love
involved. barely even friendship. he
wants my englishness, i want his money.
i like this.
was my best friend back in third grade until fate
intervened and ripped us apart for many years.
But life is strange and we somehow found our way
back to eachother, twelve years later. Then fate
intervened and ripped us apart again. I'm thinking
about moving to New York, buddy.