So…I hate eating at other people’s houses. I never accept dinner invitations from my friends. Ever. I’m such a picky eater and they always make something that I don’t eat. Then I spend the night trying to pick through the food, shuffling it from side to side, and spreading it out really thin on the plate so it looks like I ate most of it. All the while trying really hard to not seem rude…while starving to death. NIGHTMARE.
I’ll go out to eat with you. I just won’t eat at your house. Crazy, huh?
Your turn. Confess…
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I wear tight t-shirts to make myself look more muscular than I actually man.
man i actually than?
huh?
today's confession for me:
i only own one pair of jeans at this time. i actually think i look rotten in 90% of my clothings so i wear them a lot more than i should.
ha ha ha
Okay, that's a Freudian slip.
*than I actually am.
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