Alex called me boy crazy.
He can eat it. It only ever benefited him.
I have this idea in my head that all of these men I'm surrounded by (and secretly/obviously in love with) will look back and think "Oh, Caiti! I remember her. Shit, if I had my head on straight back then I would've swept that girl off her feet."
Too bad I'm incapable of doing any sweeping myself. Hell, I can't even swiffer.
I have this idea in my head that all of these men I'm surrounded by (and secretly/obviously in love with) will look back and think "Oh, Caiti! I remember her. Shit, if I had my head on straight back then I would've swept that girl off her feet."
Too bad I'm incapable of doing any sweeping myself. Hell, I can't even swiffer.