Happy Valentines Day?
Sooo . . . Valentines Day. Nothing makes me feel more insecure. Not kidding. Pathetic, I know . . . but still. Everybody else is like “Aahh, my boyfriend got me [insert something really cute or sweet] for Valentines Day!” Blah, blah, blah. Hate to admit buuut, I want that too. & it sux. A lot.
I dunno . . . I’m kinda talking but not with this guy. Anybody go to Central?: Ben Crow. Tell him good things. I like him . . . much. But like, I can’t explain what we are. We flirt like mad. We claim each other as husband/wife like it’s a joke & one secong we’re kidding & the next we’re not which is really hilarious. (LoL. Dorky but it’s a “you had to be there” kinda thing.) I love how we’re SO different. Seriously. We are the total opposite of each other & it’s amazing. Like . . . I’m like a little “punk kid” that listens to punk music & goes to shows on the weekends. He wears like Aero athletic stuff -“Blah blah blah Since 1987”- & listens to rap & country . . . & some punk/rock stuff & he plays football. The only thing we have in common is our sarcasm & blunt honesty. And we both like Mustangs? Ah! Grr . . .
I think we’re going to the movies next weekend to see ‘When A Stranger Calls’. I heard it’s reeeally good. We both wanna see it real bad . . . heh, there’s one more thing in common. lol.
Man, oh man. I am tired.