Damn right.
I have a sunburn. An uneven, splotchy, painful sunburn. It sucks.
This was another weekend of doing nothing. As for night life, the man and I stayed at his house, didn't go out, didn't hang out with others, just talked and enjoyed eachothers company. We go through stages, but mainly we act like old people. When he calls my cell phone it rings "I believe in a thing called love" by The Darkness. I didn't realize it would be the actual song with vocals and all, but I'm stoked when it rings. Although he says he will never call me again because he hates the song so much.
My breath smells like sour cream and onion pringles.
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luis:
I bet you typed my entry out.
luis: