Matt
Dear Matt, I love you. and your sexy cowboy boots and sexy sunburn. If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be able to lose who wants to be a millionaire. Even though I give you bad prizes. I know you really want them. Tonight I feel random. Even though it's not that random. I'm effortless at being random. Haven't been on the computer for ages. I feel kind of cool. But.....not really. Even though your pictures on myspace are fake. I think your wayyyy sexier. Sometimes I take advantage of piggyback rides. But it's perfectly fine. I'm so glad I ever met you. The cops suck my balls. They suck everyone's balls. They suck my dogs' balls. They maybe suck your balls. So I was just going to get back to studying my stupid little ass off for finals. But I can't. I'm kind of distracted. Its sweet. Sort of. I'm scared. Hum. Sounds like a perfect journal entry to me!
- PS: I loves matt.
- PSS: I've never used this format.
- PSSS: I feel uncomfortable.