Let’s be adults about this.
You can’t honestly tell me that you don’t have “internet friends”. If you had the internet when you were 13, you absolutely have an “internet friend”. But you see, I’m not like you. I openly talk about them as if they were real-life. “My internet friend _____ has those shoes!” or “You remind me so much of my internet friend ______.” I simply refuse to be ashamed that I have soulmates in other provinces, in other countries, in other continents.
I must admit though, I have a favorite. Her name is Martha and she lives on the other side of the country. Girl has wicked style. She’s a fucking inspiration. We’ve been e-pals for about 7 years. And she’s flying down for my motherfucking birthday. I'm picking her up in 4 hours.
You can’t honestly tell me that you don’t have “internet friends”. If you had the internet when you were 13, you absolutely have an “internet friend”. But you see, I’m not like you. I openly talk about them as if they were real-life. “My internet friend _____ has those shoes!” or “You remind me so much of my internet friend ______.” I simply refuse to be ashamed that I have soulmates in other provinces, in other countries, in other continents.
I must admit though, I have a favorite. Her name is Martha and she lives on the other side of the country. Girl has wicked style. She’s a fucking inspiration. We’ve been e-pals for about 7 years. And she’s flying down for my motherfucking birthday. I'm picking her up in 4 hours.
ARE YOU EXCITED?
BECAUSE IM EXCITED.
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