dear diary,
A public confessional for the times boys were absolutely, hilariously, unforgettably not it. Share your stories. Read the chaos.
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Soren sent me a photo at 8:47 AM. It was of himself, in the mirror, wearing a silk scarf knotted at his collarbone over a linen shirt, looking extremely pleased. The caption said: "light layer secured...
Corbin found out about Big Truck Day at eleven-thirty at night, which is the exact wrong time to find out about Big Truck Day if you are Corbin. I was half asleep when he turned his phone toward my fa...
Levi had never been to Cannon Beach before, which meant he had strong opinions about it. He'd looked at three photos on his phone — Haystack Rock, a storefront with a sandwich board, and what appeared...