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I think I'm turning in to a boy.
Not physically, but mentallly.
There is a japanese childrens show on tv right now. It's up there with one of the most disturbing things I've ever seen. I think I might just have a seizure.
I'm going to miss the first episode of the World Poker Championships and the Real World Reunion Special tonight. Oh well.
My knee kind of itches. So does my ankle.
Lindsey should hurry up.
I wish you didn't make me so tounge tied. I wish you knew how I felt. I wish you didn't. I wish I knew how you felt. I'm glad I don't. I like it when your hand brushes mine. I like how I can make you really laugh. I love how you can make me really laugh. I like it how I've started to talk like you from spending so much time with you. I like it how you know things about me that I don't even remember telling you, it makes me feel like you listen when I talk. More then that, it makes me feel like you care enough to remember. I like how when other people ask me questions, you can answer them. Correctly. I like how when you sit next to me, you sit as close as you can so you can whisper things to me. I like how everyone else seems to see something we don't. Or maybe we do. I like how you take the time to explain things to me. I like how your friends think I'm good for you. I like how you bitch about driving me home, but won't let anyone else do it. I like how you look at me when you don't think I'm paying attention. I like how you share your chair with me. I like how I look in your cowboy hat. I love how you look in your cowboy hat. I like how you love how I look in your cowboy hat. I like wearing your clothes. I like how you like when I wear your clothes. I love the way you are. I hate the way things have to be.
Not physically, but mentallly.
There is a japanese childrens show on tv right now. It's up there with one of the most disturbing things I've ever seen. I think I might just have a seizure.
I'm going to miss the first episode of the World Poker Championships and the Real World Reunion Special tonight. Oh well.
My knee kind of itches. So does my ankle.
Lindsey should hurry up.
I wish you didn't make me so tounge tied. I wish you knew how I felt. I wish you didn't. I wish I knew how you felt. I'm glad I don't. I like it when your hand brushes mine. I like how I can make you really laugh. I love how you can make me really laugh. I like it how I've started to talk like you from spending so much time with you. I like it how you know things about me that I don't even remember telling you, it makes me feel like you listen when I talk. More then that, it makes me feel like you care enough to remember. I like how when other people ask me questions, you can answer them. Correctly. I like how when you sit next to me, you sit as close as you can so you can whisper things to me. I like how everyone else seems to see something we don't. Or maybe we do. I like how you take the time to explain things to me. I like how your friends think I'm good for you. I like how you bitch about driving me home, but won't let anyone else do it. I like how you look at me when you don't think I'm paying attention. I like how you share your chair with me. I like how I look in your cowboy hat. I love how you look in your cowboy hat. I like how you love how I look in your cowboy hat. I like wearing your clothes. I like how you like when I wear your clothes. I love the way you are. I hate the way things have to be.