There is something amusing / disturbing / amusing about realizing most of the men I have dated have names that end in the same letter.

This has been The topic of conversation for most of tonight.

And now, I am tipsily sitting in a bar I love enough I had a bdsy Party here and waiting until I can go to meet up with BM and BMG at a show.

And I am trying not to drink the drink I ordered. Yay, Fridays.

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