23 year-olds are like puppies: Have to train them and say no to them all the time, but hard cuz they’re so cute and full of energy.

Love that someones calls me “Charlene” and says stuff like, “We’re going to Costa Rica, Charlene.”

Probably had fair warning: “I piss off all the women I date so, no, I don’t have stalkers.” And, nearly every story ending with, “and then they said, ‘You’re an asshole!'”

“I can’t go back to the Mission, people want to kill me there. I’m moving to Portland for a while.”

“All my exes live in the Mission.”

So…I guess I’m finally to that age where you start asking men if they wanna make frozen embryos with you…