Spammed!
Good Lord. I don't want a bigger, longer, harder penis. I don't have a penis!! Why won't they leave me alone?!! Death to Spam. Death.
Anyhow...I'm supposed to go out with Josh tonight...I think. He has no idea how to deal with chicks. He told me yesterday he wanted to go out with me today, so I called him, and he's like, oh, you want to go out? Call me later. I hope he actually doesn't expect me to call. Guys can be such pains. Oh well, he's breaking up with his girlfriend. Not sure what all this means. He wanted to date me last year...but I was into Ron, haha. I think I should give up on guys and move to a convent in France. *sigh*
Spam. Men.
Grar.
~Alex
Anyhow...I'm supposed to go out with Josh tonight...I think. He has no idea how to deal with chicks. He told me yesterday he wanted to go out with me today, so I called him, and he's like, oh, you want to go out? Call me later. I hope he actually doesn't expect me to call. Guys can be such pains. Oh well, he's breaking up with his girlfriend. Not sure what all this means. He wanted to date me last year...but I was into Ron, haha. I think I should give up on guys and move to a convent in France. *sigh*
Spam. Men.
Grar.
~Alex