Tuesday, May 19, 2009

I Need to Chill With These Dudes Again...

Everywhere I look, people I know are having babies. Maybe I should joins the club. Any takers??

ok... I mean no. Kids are bad. But I'd sleep with you.
What has my blog come to?

I've never known true bliss until I laid my lips on you, milky white vanilla chai drink... where have you been my whole life???!!
*Totally agreed.

Went to the drug store, got some spray bottle to flush out my ear... paid $25, came home and used the entire thing in 40 seconds. Still deaf
*Story of my life...

convinced Ben to go out! woot! I'm not allowed to drink though... need to wake up early. I may need moral strength.
Trav just motorboated mike's stomach
Ben just kissed my lips... They www surprisingly moist!
I totally just remembered I kissed Macchio on the lips last night. Uugh
I can assure you, it wasn't any better for me!


I think we should get married. Because reading about your day has brought the biggest smile to my face. I knew you were my favourite. Look good, feel good. All the stuff you do, I relate to. It's sad... We really need to be friends.

What the hell's up with 'Lost'? Why does everyone treat Daniel like a retard when he's obviously the only one with a clue????
*Someone who agrees!

http://twitpic.com/46kfg
*Marry me.

You put it in the microwave. Crap now I have cancer... I forgot plastic melts...

Downloading all possible Prince. Immersing completely for the next 2 days. I will become Prince
*princ eis the SHEIT!

This is worse than slow walkers at the mall!!!!!!!!!!!

Watching Paris Hiltons BFF UK!!! WOOT!
*Ok I'm actually dead serious now. Marry me.

Your stories about pancakes are so cute. We should make pancakes together one day and be sooo lost together about how it is one cooks them...
You are addicted to poker. Thats ok. I still love you.

Ed hardy shirt count: 42
*So jealous

Scheduling bands to see
*Prays to run into you at ACDC

Ok I'm dead serious. Let's get married. Drags, poker, drinking, Thai, Denny's, pancakes, scheduling concerts. I love you.

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