In thinking about boys I've dated I've come to these conclusions:
-No boys with B names... B stands for bad news.
-No more Chris-es either.
-Just because they say they'll stop dealing, doesn't mean they're telling the truth.
-Just because I don't believe them doesn't mean they're lying.
-Text messages just lead to frustration.
-They won't call you if you don't sleep with them... or if you do.
-In fact, a boy using a phone is like a penguin using a curling iron. No sense what-so-ever.
So coke boy texts me last night telling me he can't sleep because of thinking about me and he doesn't know how to act around me and blahblah. This is all sweet, but he deals so no deal. I try to let him down gently. Tell him that I want to be cool with him but I just can't date him because no matter what he says it'll turn real shitty real fast. Some how he doesn't quite grasp this... and then after 30 minutes of thinking about it he decides to tell me I'm fickle and I should just forget it. I want to say, "I'm not fickle; I just never liked you." but I'm not mean. And guess what, I did forget it. It's probably true that we should stop going over there. My roommate painted me a violent picture of the cops storming the house and us all being on the ground in handcuffs. That scared me. I've never even done coke and then I would get arrested? That would blow. (haha pun) And now that I've pissed off like every guy who lives/hangs out there I prolly shouldn't go back anyway.
On a happier note, I got an 87 on my Econ test.
Go me haha! Now it's time to lay down as my hormones are off the scale and making me sick and crazy 
-No boys with B names... B stands for bad news.
-No more Chris-es either.
-Just because they say they'll stop dealing, doesn't mean they're telling the truth.
-Just because I don't believe them doesn't mean they're lying.
-Text messages just lead to frustration.
-They won't call you if you don't sleep with them... or if you do.
-In fact, a boy using a phone is like a penguin using a curling iron. No sense what-so-ever.
So coke boy texts me last night telling me he can't sleep because of thinking about me and he doesn't know how to act around me and blahblah. This is all sweet, but he deals so no deal. I try to let him down gently. Tell him that I want to be cool with him but I just can't date him because no matter what he says it'll turn real shitty real fast. Some how he doesn't quite grasp this... and then after 30 minutes of thinking about it he decides to tell me I'm fickle and I should just forget it. I want to say, "I'm not fickle; I just never liked you." but I'm not mean. And guess what, I did forget it. It's probably true that we should stop going over there. My roommate painted me a violent picture of the cops storming the house and us all being on the ground in handcuffs. That scared me. I've never even done coke and then I would get arrested? That would blow. (haha pun) And now that I've pissed off like every guy who lives/hangs out there I prolly shouldn't go back anyway.
On a happier note, I got an 87 on my Econ test.
Go me haha! Now it's time to lay down as my hormones are off the scale and making me sick and crazy 
xhippykid:
Just kick back and I'm sure eventually someone good will fall through the cracks. I can't stand dating and don't get girls really. I guess I'm out cause my name starts with a "B". I'm gonna go cry now. 
xhippykid:
Thats cool only if you know how to do the robot! 