i love when it is real.

Apr 18, 2005 00:29

i call him brain. i play with his hair and after messing it up, damn it still looks good, asshole. i look in his blue eys and call him a fuckass. we get to mess around. get drunk and make out. if i do something stupid he tells me how retarded it was and all i want to do is jump him. everything is so relaxed.

dont fuck this up lindsay.
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