beaar

You know what i hate? well one of my many things. when you finally get to make out with a person you really really dig, and find out they are a bad kisser. This girl I think is awesome I got to make out with and she is a horrible terrible no good kisser. It was a turn off it was so bad. Now I am I have to tell her in a nice way that we can only be friends. I like making out and if i am going to date a girl she has to be able to kiss. who has big plans for new years?

P.S. this is a poem my friend wrote in 5 minutes because i love hoodies so much. It was written underwater on a submarine while on SpecOp, so please excuse the militarty jargen.

Oh to my Hoodie
by wallie

Through my minds eye
As I think of my past
Of time spent underway
With my SONAR cast.

At times when I was lonely
and no girl could be found.
It was your loving sleeves
that I would gather around.

When I was cold in the shack
and cilled to the bone
Or as I layed in my rack
Your caress felt like home.

No matter what the struggles
No matter what the fight
No matter if I was laughing or
Crying in the night.
I new everything would be
better if I just could spend
Some time in my little old hood.