Okay so some people are really hot. And I get jealous. Then I get nervous. Then I get self-concious. So I pretend like something horrible happens at home., Grab my polka-dot purse., And leave.
But at least I rode my bike today and that's all that matters. I even passed a boy on his skateboard. Who would'a thunk?
This screams slut.
Sorry If I'm offending anyone who actually owns a pair. my bad. =D