I'm kind of in a good mood. I don't want to say goofy things but sometimes I don't know how else to express myself. Now my stomach is full of bad food. I don't think it went that bad. Oh God it has me, bad. I may have no left over ones. Maybe that's for the best. Sorry if this it cryptic. It makes perfect sense to me.
She is something else.
She is something else.
angad19:
Any developments with the lucky girl? (I don't mean physical developments; rather, relationship-wise)