Feb 01, 2006 10:29
Hurry up next 20 minutes, I'm ready to be out of skoooool.
I've done more thinking in the past two nights than I have in the past year. It hurts. I'm done denying it.
It happens I suppose. I'm dealing. You seem to be doing a pretty good job.
Other things are amazing. Apparently I had pretty good taste in my middle school days.
"you're a good kisser."
"thanks. you're a good idiot."