I really like M.
I like the lil pokes and hits, jokes about the gits.
The care in pulses and breakie. Milk and eggs. =)
Simply knowing when i'm ill and being sad about it.
A's a two-timing scumbag.
Mis-matched as they are.
You simply disgust me.
The scum at the bottom of the pond.
A and A.-wait, which one? the one here or the one he's pledged to back home? OR BOTH.
There's a barrier around my heart.
My standards have dropped.
I'm over hunting, I'd rather be hunted.
For all the wrong ones I draw, the right one will be pure.
Pray tell, where's my TDH boy of the Ball?
Dunno what's gotten into me today. M said he's glad that i'm back to my usual bubbly self. He also hasn't forgotten the sadness of last week. We were laughing like crazy people and everytime we slowed down, someone or the other was looking at us. TOTALLY HILARIOUS! Plus it didn't help that his arm is slung round my seat. He let me slow down when the magnificent planes were landing. I swear, I almost... nevermind.
I held my head high and nonchantly tossed a 'hey' his way. Its official. I'm TOTALLY over the pity and moodswings. Like wth, i've wasted my time, money, tears, sweat, migraine pills, driving function and a hellava lot of other things and this is the result? bleedin'ell. Forget it. I'm not getting worked up even when the next one comes along. A and A.. and A. What's with the fetish for 'A's and black eyeliner??
YUCK.
My grievances.