This One Is Called...

Tara's gonna die. That is so not funny to even joke about!!

That would be Michael, the guy we met in Paris who came to my birthday dinner with us. An unfortunate move on my part for inviting him, because it led him to believe that I wanted him to fly to London to hang out with me for the weekend following the week where you all ditched me to come back to the US...so you see, this is really all of you guys' fault. He just so happened to be in NYC the first night I moved up here and he came out with me and my friends, and when we were at the bar, he just lunged at me and started kissing me. So I dubbed him Michael, aka THE WORST KISSER IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. Ew he makes me want to vomit. Needless to say I tried to avoid him the rest of the weekend, but he apparently was staying here all weekend to hang out with me. I'm glad he likes to consult me with these ludicrous plans. (For the record though, he was up ehre looking at Colombia Law School on Friday, so I was not the reason he was here to begin with.) Anyway to try and wrap up this long story, he calls all the time and I can't get rid of him.

So there you have the 'dirty little secret'. Thanks Traeder for making me relive the nightmare.

LOVE YOU GIRLS