Talked to Callum today for the first time in months - he's coming here, or I'm going there, or something. I've been thinking about Toronto a lot lately; I miss it. I had so much fun the last time, catting around the city, dirty as hell, rolling with the punches. About time for round two.

We were laughing on the phone about crying while having sex.

"I love when people cry when I'm having sex with them. It makes me feel adult."

I love this kid. Miss him.

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"I'm so bad, Callum. I'm so fickle. I'm horrible. And then I become really mean to people."
"You're just an asshole, Taylor. You're an asshole. That's all."
"Yeah, I know. You're right."

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Another thing we talked about, which I have mentioned before, is that strangers in Pittsburgh are so nice and there is this unspoken sense of community and "we're all in this together" feeling, but they always seem mildy retarded. Case in point:

I walked the dog to Brian and Cooper's, the corner store I always call Cassie and Dee's by accident. It's raining. My hair is soaked, the dog is soaked. Tie Una up outside while I run in and buy stuff. Everyone inside is freaking because "Eddie from Fraiser is outside", so when I leave they all come to see the dog. It's still raining. Standing, wet, outside in the rain:

"Did you just give her a bath?"
"Uh, no."
"Huh. It's looks like she just had a bath."
"....it's raining. She's wet." WE WERE ALL WET.
"Wow it really looks like she just got a bath."


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