08 June 2012

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE

"you don't know, i've just been throwing myself at you for weeks!"
"slut up"
"he's not 19. he's at least 20."
"he's just this little ball of energy waiting to explode all over [you]."

and then there are a bunch of very bawdy comments i'm not allowed to put up here because it's not lady like.

when officemate and i have been out until insane-oclock, the conversations we have entertain me to no end.

good day vietnam! this isn't on the front page of wikipedia, which i don't really understand.

look! gidget bangs! better if they'd be gadget bangs.

burasi turkiye ya! wait, except, it's not.

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