I think something about the empty aftertaste of having phone and cyber with me makes men want to go find real relationships. They're all...I want to cuddle.
That's weird. I was just thinking about you. I miss you.
And of course you will get in. You apply and at the beginning of the month Ryan posts the list of applicants. You've already shown up to an event and have plenty of people to vouch for you.
Mysterious hell. Mister check out my rookie year. Mister have to meet to see. I hate pictures of me. And well ... I dunno. Mysterious I guess. heh.
A friend of Misti's said we look like sisters. Look at her, cept I'm 5'7" I got the legs and she got DD's. dammit. Bah! And the awesome eyes. Little sisters get on my nerves. Here. Her eyes are prettier and I like her eyebrows more. My hair is darker and there's a few years difference. hush.
You know what I would've changed about July 30th? I would've taken a fricken nap!