Hey, would you like to do your part in the moving crisis and let me borrow your refrig/freezer space for a little while? I knew that house was too good to be true....after moving in half of my stuff I realized there's no frig! Luckily, I have friends (okay ex-boyfriends) in low places that can hook me up through the underground appliance railroad but the deal's not set to bounce until Monday. Luckily, I was already planning on doing another cleansing fast (I got my lemon tree, my maple syrup, and my Sparkletts that will be delivered tomorrow...who needs a frig!) and your frig is the emptiest I know since Ramiro's does all of your cooking. Speaking of which, if you ever want to come to Uni Heights and jog with Brett and I the shit goes down every evening about 6:30. We're gonna work on getting rid of our bellies by Thanksgiving because he makes a DAMN GOOD turkey.....
I just realized that one of the things that make you happy are "girls that put out". How are we still friends? Or do you like me because I make you miserable? Or am I the exceptional girl that makes you happy despite the fact that I don't put out? Maybe someday if you get me very, very drunk.....oh wait, we've tried that already
