I sharted!
It is gorgeous outside! Spring has finally sprung. Sprung ryhmes with "hung." Sexual.
Things I Love About Spring:
1. The perfect tempature and beautiful weather.
2. Boys in shorts (I like legs...and thunder thighs).
3. Boys in short-sleeves (I like arms...big ones).
I know that I haven't mentioned any hot guys lately, and there are a few reasons. First, I haven't written in a while. Second, it makes Brad uncomfortable. Third, a lot of my crushes have fizzled (becoming friends with your fun crushes will quickly crush your crush. Ha. Crush your crush. Drew drew Drew. Ha.) Well, I will now update the hot guys on campus. I saw Loner in Fresh Food last night. He is still cute. Inspector Gadget has lost his hat. Go, go Gadget Hat. It did go...now it's gone. So sad. There is a new guy to replace Swimmer b/c of the crushing of that crush. His name is "Big Arm Guy." I had always seen him around campus in his workout pants and sweatshirt, but he never stuck out enough to where I could have nicknamed him. He remained anonymous...until today! Thanks to Spring, I saw him in short sleeves for the first time. Huge arms. Huge, I say. Therfore, from this day on, he will be known as Big Arm Guy. I am a 12 year old girl with mosquito bites for breasts.
Yesterday, I sharted while carrying a laundry basket.
Woot.
Things I Love About Spring:
1. The perfect tempature and beautiful weather.
2. Boys in shorts (I like legs...and thunder thighs).
3. Boys in short-sleeves (I like arms...big ones).
I know that I haven't mentioned any hot guys lately, and there are a few reasons. First, I haven't written in a while. Second, it makes Brad uncomfortable. Third, a lot of my crushes have fizzled (becoming friends with your fun crushes will quickly crush your crush. Ha. Crush your crush. Drew drew Drew. Ha.) Well, I will now update the hot guys on campus. I saw Loner in Fresh Food last night. He is still cute. Inspector Gadget has lost his hat. Go, go Gadget Hat. It did go...now it's gone. So sad. There is a new guy to replace Swimmer b/c of the crushing of that crush. His name is "Big Arm Guy." I had always seen him around campus in his workout pants and sweatshirt, but he never stuck out enough to where I could have nicknamed him. He remained anonymous...until today! Thanks to Spring, I saw him in short sleeves for the first time. Huge arms. Huge, I say. Therfore, from this day on, he will be known as Big Arm Guy. I am a 12 year old girl with mosquito bites for breasts.
Yesterday, I sharted while carrying a laundry basket.
Woot.