Sproooing
To all my dear friends that had March and April birthdays:
For some weird reason, I can't remember birthdays within these two months. Probably because there's just too damn many of you (because your parents liked gettin' it on in the summer, all unprotected-like). But just the same, you all are one year older and that means one year awesomer. And one more year my friends *toothy grin*. Have a good 'nother year, and make it count!
Love,
Lindsey.
So I'm gonna get really extra girly here.
He hates when I talk about it, so all I'm gonna say is this: After months and months of sort-of dating a boy, I think I can safely say I am dating a boy. Something clicked this past couple of weeks and I haven't been this giddy since freshman year of college. I feel like I have a concussion. A love concussion. The end.
Other than Lovey-Dovey Spring Fever taking up all of my brain power, the band is good (we want to start playing bigger venues), work is good (I'm the only one on the phones so I'm practically unfireable), and life is good (I'm gonna retrieve my bicycle from a train stop and ride it down to Garrett's, where I will play video games until I'm dead).
But my stomach is empty. Bye!
For some weird reason, I can't remember birthdays within these two months. Probably because there's just too damn many of you (because your parents liked gettin' it on in the summer, all unprotected-like). But just the same, you all are one year older and that means one year awesomer. And one more year my friends *toothy grin*. Have a good 'nother year, and make it count!
Love,
Lindsey.
So I'm gonna get really extra girly here.
He hates when I talk about it, so all I'm gonna say is this: After months and months of sort-of dating a boy, I think I can safely say I am dating a boy. Something clicked this past couple of weeks and I haven't been this giddy since freshman year of college. I feel like I have a concussion. A love concussion. The end.
Other than Lovey-Dovey Spring Fever taking up all of my brain power, the band is good (we want to start playing bigger venues), work is good (I'm the only one on the phones so I'm practically unfireable), and life is good (I'm gonna retrieve my bicycle from a train stop and ride it down to Garrett's, where I will play video games until I'm dead).
But my stomach is empty. Bye!