final countdown?

instead of studying, i'm looking like a fool at myself in the mirror in my bathroom.

one more final. my apartment will be open/welcome to any/all that want to come over. and watch awesome movies. pretty woman is NOT a good movie, nor a good romantic comedy. when harry met sally trumps pretty woman, up until the ending anyway.

yeah, stop flashing your junk around, jeez. and in such a hurry, too. where were you going with your pants hanging low? note- be careful what you say to jack-n-the-box. he tends to say things to your current/former love interests. a little too much.

you should eat more. sushi. under the assumption that it's cheaper over there. but i suppose fish will be expensive wherever you go.

haha, i suppose it's unoriginal. but he did design the cover himself. on the inside insert, he replaced the "o" in "forever" with a heart. it took me the longest time to figure out who the artists were and what the songs were called. the album cover: ohhhh, so embarrassing. fufufu.

NO drab did not make out with me afterward. jesus. i wouldn't know how to react to that, and then i'd probably look at/judge him differently based on his kissing ability. btw, clare made out with me at south beach. 6 times. i hate him even more now.

yeah, yeah, so i've had dreams about bradford assay. it's only been 3 so far this semester. in the past month. fine. i'll analyze them later. porn, american apparel, and a ginormous cinnamon bun.

and what do you mean, mooching off of me!? by that, do you mean eating my food? taking money out of my wallet? living at my apartment, invading my privacy instead of staying at a motel? nonsexual favors?