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I've Got My Pockets Jammed With Jeffersons (and other updates)

My friend Jonah decided that he was going to break off his long standing relationship with the more common bills and use two dollar bills as the primary fodder in his wallet. I thought it was ingenious. Here's why:

I never like copying people's quirks, but this one is too good. I told him that I wanted to copy it, but whenever anyone remarked how cool it was, I would give him credit. He agreed.

I went to the bank yesterday and as I was leaving, I remembered that I wanted to get some deuces (oh, did I mention how cool all the nicknames are for them?). They had just gotten a shipment in, so I got my hands on a freshly minted stack of 100 sequentially numbered two dollar bills. Thanks for the idea, Jonah!

I'm waiting for you

On Love, effie

This is so messed up. Cute, but still messed up.

So, A.sweet A.

Do you guys remember him? From "I don't need/want a boyfriend vs. I kinda have a thing". Well, so far no one read it so... Well, I guess it's time to explain it a little bit better.

We've been friends for the last two years or so... We hanged out at school and it just came out easy with him. We were hug-buddies, and we just joked all the time. We started saying (always joking) that we were going to declare our love to the world and... I mean, just silly stuff. Once he even proposed to me, and it was just hilarious. I think I was getting a crush on him, and then, I found out he had a girlfriend. Yep. It sucked, but hey, he was still a real friend.

So, at a party, we were both there, and a friend of him as well (really, really cute). They were both trying to dance with me but since A. had a girlfriend, I didn't want to be the girl to ruin something between a couple, even if I didn't really like the girl because I still had a little bit of a crush on him. Well, whatever, the fact is that at the end of the night, I was making out with M., the other guy. I mean, we kissed, like a lot, and he wanted to get into my pants (even if I was wearing a skirt but... You know what I mean!) but I was like "no no no!", even if he tried for the whole night. Well, honey, if you wanted to have sex, you should have tried to dance with someone else! So, around 5 a.m., M. leaves (you have no idea how mad he was that his night didn't end up how he wanted to!) and A comes in. He's like "well... I guess this is the last time we see each other..." and I started crying, I was like "Really, Effie, what the f*ck are you doing?!" and I just looked at him and... He kissed me. Softly. With infinitely sweetness. "This is our little secret, okay?" "okay".

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