Boy oh boy...
So I still officially have 2 apartments right now. I hateeeeee it. Hopefully by monday the latest, I'll be all snuggled up in brandon's grill. Which is perfect timage for the fireworks on Wednesday. You can't get more emo than fireworks. I went a little crazy at the semi annual bra sale the other day, for some broad who doesn't even wear bras, she managed to spend several hours in pink panty heaven. It didn't help that they were playing the hottest "take off your clothes and do me music" in the dressing room. The boy came home. It felt real nice to say the least. I can't deny that there were enough butterflies in my tummy to make me vomit. Alas there was no vomit, only swedish fish and a some overdue company. I think I could get used to this. Yet it still hasn't quite hit me.
Last night consisted of tofu for two. Klair oh klair we must do dinner again. Oh rexy you're soooo sexy.
Speaking of this morning, I could still taste the 1800 with a touch of tabasco.
Speaking of this evening, I have a date( how effin bizarre does that sound?)
Last night consisted of tofu for two. Klair oh klair we must do dinner again. Oh rexy you're soooo sexy.
Speaking of this morning, I could still taste the 1800 with a touch of tabasco.
Speaking of this evening, I have a date( how effin bizarre does that sound?)