Who is this Shawty and why does she have so many boyfriends?
She must be a slut. Hmm. Oh! Why do the make triangular caskets for blondes?
Don't know?
Sad.
It's because that even when they're dead, they can't keep their legs closed.
Wow. That joke is so old. Like the 'Oops I burnt one' or 'I'm not racist. I have a black in my family tree. He's been hanging there for a week.'
Okay, I'm done. I'm in an insultative (Is that a word?) jokative mood.
Now, let's start talking in some PARAGRAPHS! Bwahaha.
So, I've been thinking a lot lately about my relationship with Jeremiah. Every thought made me smile. Que 'I Love' Sequence: I love when he holds me. I love when he kisses me. I love the tips of his fingers running across my skin. I love the ever-so gentle kisses on my cheeks and forehead. I love the way he looks at me. I love the way he says my name. I love the way he makes fun of my accent. I love the way he can always makes me smile. I love how I can never stay mad at him for over 5 minutes. I love his hugs. I love his whining. I love how he'll force a kiss at my locker. I love how he can match my every step and not trip. I love his begging. I love his 'mean' ways. I love him teasing me. I love looking at him and thinking, 'Yeah. He's mine. I'm the luckiest girl in the world.' I love watching him walk. I love that he can't seem to keep his hands off of me. I love how he's so incredibly stubborn. I love how I'm not even near done with saying what I love about Jeremiah.
I love HIM.
He's so good for me. Too good for me. He's perfect.
Don't know?
Sad.
It's because that even when they're dead, they can't keep their legs closed.
Wow. That joke is so old. Like the 'Oops I burnt one' or 'I'm not racist. I have a black in my family tree. He's been hanging there for a week.'
Okay, I'm done. I'm in an insultative (Is that a word?) jokative mood.
Now, let's start talking in some PARAGRAPHS! Bwahaha.
So, I've been thinking a lot lately about my relationship with Jeremiah. Every thought made me smile. Que 'I Love' Sequence: I love when he holds me. I love when he kisses me. I love the tips of his fingers running across my skin. I love the ever-so gentle kisses on my cheeks and forehead. I love the way he looks at me. I love the way he says my name. I love the way he makes fun of my accent. I love the way he can always makes me smile. I love how I can never stay mad at him for over 5 minutes. I love his hugs. I love his whining. I love how he'll force a kiss at my locker. I love how he can match my every step and not trip. I love his begging. I love his 'mean' ways. I love him teasing me. I love looking at him and thinking, 'Yeah. He's mine. I'm the luckiest girl in the world.' I love watching him walk. I love that he can't seem to keep his hands off of me. I love how he's so incredibly stubborn. I love how I'm not even near done with saying what I love about Jeremiah.
I love HIM.
He's so good for me. Too good for me. He's perfect.