It’s a curious thought but I wonder how many times my neighbors have seen my boobs.
Proof that K Stew and I are dating.
I had to find one of Sarah laying seductively but I only found one of her pretending to sleep at UNM.
I’ve been singing Beyonce’s Halo for about an hour now and my dad just said, “stop singing that damn church song or else I’m going to smack you.”
I just fixed a sink, moved a bed, painted three rooms, and set up a whole wifi network. So if you need something done call 1800-I-AM-THE-STAND-IN-BOYFRIEND. You will get the best of both worlds. Plus, I’m hilarious and sexy.
The lighting draws attention to my nose and chin. Look! My ghetto flip phone recieved a text message!
From you, I run away as fast as possible. I hurdle sensibility and bound past a whirlwind of memories. With increasing momentum, I become aware of how easily I can put distance between then and now. But like always, I trip over a few clumsy words and am sent back ten paces. Who am I kidding? I’m not going anywhere. When it comes to you, I might as well be jogging in place.