Tipsy, a Little
I'm...yeah, I swear, it was the biscotti, that's what I told Bekecca at least...heehee.
She's editating one of my poems, I feel special. It's going to be high quality, can't wait. Need to be ripped to shreds...oh my god, there's Lisa too. Wow, poetry.
Why does my iced tea taste like dishwater? x.x
She's editating one of my poems, I feel special. It's going to be high quality, can't wait. Need to be ripped to shreds...oh my god, there's Lisa too. Wow, poetry.
Why does my iced tea taste like dishwater? x.x