Callum left today, unexpectedly bringing two of my friends with him, as he tends to do. It's been so nice having him around, one of those friends that are more like family. The night before he crawled into my bed at 3:40 am and talked about things that were weighing on his mind. He picked out the outfit that I wore last night to impress my new boy (although I vetoed the shoes):

"What should I wearrrrr?"
"Oh! Can I pick?! Really?!?! I'm so gaaay, I love it!"

His pick was the red Lacoste dress and leggings, instantly. I must admit it was better than anything I would have picked.

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Yesterday I went out to buy him cigarettes and was refused service from my regular shady corner store because I forgot my ID. Callum, who is twenty, got drunk at the Cage last night without ID and the explanation of, "He's Canadian." Seriously.

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He's been using my computer and IP Relay, the internet service that relays typed messages from deaf people, to get in touch with people. Today I heard a strange male's monotone voice tell me, "Hey dollface. Thank you for everything, I love you."

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When you stumble upon your friends mid-coitus, what can you do but play Al Green for them from the living room? Really this is the best possible reaction I think anyone could have.







I just think he's lovely. I like to help people. Some more than others, obviously.