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hey yall.
yeah i know.
its about damn time i updated.
honk is going okay.
well, better than it was.
i want to have fun this weekend.
i want to have bad, naughty, illegal fun.
fun that parents would not approve of.
fun that could only be found in the trunk of an abandoned red mustang.
earlier this school year i was starting to sort of slip out of the whole "weeeeee! i have a crush on a boy!!" thing. but i find myself glancing at certain males and thinking "wow. he is incredibly cute. i wonder if he would be a good boyfriend." but then i think of reasons why i wouldnt be happy with him. its just like stepping on rosebuds. i need to take those petty, childish reasons and remember why i glanced at them in the first place.
i miss you. more than the crystal clear blue waters of montego bay. more than mango margaritas. more than midnights at steak and shake stoned out of our minds.
i hope you feel the same. but something tells that you dont miss me as much as i miss you.
and that just brings me from a level 8 on the happiness scale down to a 2.
comedy routine? what?
oh. um. i think i might be um sick that day.
i predict a fever coming on.
IM NOT FUNNY!
HOW DO YOU EXPECT A NON FUNNY PERSON TO BE FUNNY?
ITS LIKE ASKING A MAN TO HAVE A BABY!
ITS IMPOSSIBLE!
yeah i know.
its about damn time i updated.
honk is going okay.
well, better than it was.
i want to have fun this weekend.
i want to have bad, naughty, illegal fun.
fun that parents would not approve of.
fun that could only be found in the trunk of an abandoned red mustang.
earlier this school year i was starting to sort of slip out of the whole "weeeeee! i have a crush on a boy!!" thing. but i find myself glancing at certain males and thinking "wow. he is incredibly cute. i wonder if he would be a good boyfriend." but then i think of reasons why i wouldnt be happy with him. its just like stepping on rosebuds. i need to take those petty, childish reasons and remember why i glanced at them in the first place.
i miss you. more than the crystal clear blue waters of montego bay. more than mango margaritas. more than midnights at steak and shake stoned out of our minds.
i hope you feel the same. but something tells that you dont miss me as much as i miss you.
and that just brings me from a level 8 on the happiness scale down to a 2.
comedy routine? what?
oh. um. i think i might be um sick that day.
i predict a fever coming on.
IM NOT FUNNY!
HOW DO YOU EXPECT A NON FUNNY PERSON TO BE FUNNY?
ITS LIKE ASKING A MAN TO HAVE A BABY!
ITS IMPOSSIBLE!