cock, balls....
this fucking sucks...i feel like shit, because something is definetly wrong with someone i love and have the most respect for. we never talk, and we are too damn distant. if you're reading this, you know who you are. i'll give you a hint: you work at fucking best buy. there you go.. you know who you are now. i don't know what happened. we were so cool. i want to go back to the days were we were laying on my trampolene, talking about how incredibly large we looked in gap jeans, and then we proceeded to show each other the uglieness of them. why can't we be in that place anymore? this sucks, i hate it. i want to talk about stupid shit again, and i want us to not hate eachother. if you read this give me a call, i have much to tell you about nanny and chris and such. our meth-addicted cousin is sure to be an interesting conversation starter.