you are one funnay bitch! in fact, let me just come out and say it: “i am already in love you”.

haaahaaa .

OH. and i was really excited to see your john lennon necklace. he was sorta like jesus. but better. my second tattoo was “imagine” on my right forearm. it's big and black and all calligraphy, and 5 years later, i'm still in love with the tattoo.

my third tatttoo was also a tribute to john lennon. i have “like a cloud beautiful sound” across the top of my back. it's the translation of the chop mark from his artwork.

i think i made a loud excited noise when i saw the photo of your necklace. and i may have done a “fist pump”. i'm good at those, btw. i wrote a tutorial on the perfect fist pump.

OH. and the llama love, i feel ya there too. currently one of my boy's favorite bed time stories is “llama llama red pajama”, which is a wonderful piece of literature, if i do say so myself.

you are one funnay bitch! in fact, let me just come out and say it: “i am already in love you”.

haaahaaa .

OH. and i was really excited to see your john lennon necklace. he was sorta like jesus. but better. my second tattoo was “imagine” on my right forearm. it's big and black and all calligraphy, and 5 years later, i'm still in love with the tattoo.

my third tatttoo was also a tribute to john lennon. i have “like a cloud beautiful sound” across the top of my back. it's the translation of the chop mark from his artwork.

i think i made a loud excited noise when i saw the photo of your necklace. and i may have done a “fist pump”. i'm good at those, btw. i wrote a tutorial on the perfect fist pump.

OH. and the llama love, i feel ya there too. currently one of my boy's favorite bed time stories is “llama llama red pajama”, which is a wonderful piece of literature, if i do say so myself.

Oh I totally do the same thing with my friends. I prefer not to have anything to do with my friends the morning after a night out because I would rather not know that I flashed my girly parts to twelve strangers or that I nearly fought a girl for cutting in line in front of me at Whataburger. And I never, Never check the text messages or call history. Everyone else can think I'm an ass… I'm the only one who REALLY counts.
And “Stalker Express to Crazy Towne” is definitely a phrase I will be using, because, after all, I've already purchased a life-time pass for a first class ticket.

And yes. Revenge really is served sweetest via a wrinkly face and balding hairline…

Thought the first: Beards. I dunno, dude. I'm not like super into my partner's mega-hygiene or anything like that, but beards are trouble. They're scratchy and smelly and the first time said dude eats a cannoli and gets powdered sugar in said beard, the relationship is over.

Thought the second: in re: zombie shirt boy, dude, I am 100% there with you. I eventually just gave up on checking my texts after drinking. I'd rather not know what my Mr. Hyde self does when the good parts of me are, y'know, passed out. I've adopted a policy of forcibly quieting my friends when they threaten to tell me what an ass I've made of myself. Also, glad to see I'm not the only person who occasionally hops the Stalker Express to Crazy Towne (I'm, uh, a little obsessed with this phrase). I'm usually the one lurking behind a newspaper near the rear exit, keeping tabs on men who carry interesting books.

Thought the third: God, isn't it the best when you meet up with d-nozzles from earlier in your life and note that the sands of time have RAVAGED THEM?! Schadenfreude is delicious.