a text conversation that Triana and I were having near the end of my work day. I was totally unprepared for Her remarks:
Triana: Is it possible to cross the ocean, broke & homeless?
Me: I think anything is possible, Why?
Triana: Because I'm broken & I need rebound sex :D
**me dying and choking on my drink in hand with the laughter that escapes me uncontrollably, tears streaking down, my boss looking at me like I'm insane***
She thens texts me to explain she was joking...