i hate thieves too...
maybe you could come to work with me and bust some of 'em. the cold clink of the hand cuffs will cheer you right up, trust me.
<---theif
bored, troubled and hungry.
i want a big sandwich i can take to a shady park and eat.
i want something exciting to happen.
i want to not live here anymore.
i want! i want! i want!
Dude, whatever. You have dough kneading hands. If you can't work out the knots in my back, NO ONE can.
Heh. Actually, I'm supposed trade some tattoos to a massager for massages.
We still need a third thing for you to do to earn your keep, though. Cooking, cleaning.... dog walking? Life coach? Yard work? I could be crude and ask for daily blow jobs but I'm NOT like that. I'm classy!
Are you not liking your apartment, or Portland in general? Maybe the US of A, even?
I didn't get to see if the raiders guy got his sweet tat. I'll ask JD tomorrow.
i looked into his eyes and saw that there was something different there. something i wanted to be a part of.
he looks at me like a love.
his eyes twinkle.
he treats me like an equal. like... i am someone.
but feeling near him made me feel more alone later.
i was alone.
All of ever hear of you are voicemails, and all I ever talk to is yours... I'm begining to believe that you don't exsist anymore Admit it! You're just a voice messaging program masquerading as my friend to eventually get me to buy things! I knew I should have subscribed to that no call list.
Talk to you Sunday.