i'm like, supposed to do this. it's part of all that's expected of me: be boycrazy, get high/drunk, and party. i'll neglect to do the latter, but i'll be a little boycrazy here and there.
so, while i neglect to even speak with my ex because he's got somewhat creepy stalker status - and he b*tches about me in the class he shares with my overprotective older brother, lol - i've been talking to an old friend of mine. he played sax in band with me in his seventh & eighth grade year, and we all had family guy nicknames, and it was a great smashing good time.
do you know what i'm gonna do?
we can send these little valentines things at our school, and i'm gonna send him one from meg, which was my character, and it'll be really cute okay.
but, c'mon. he wants to go to FSU for either journalism or anthropology and wants to minor in creative writing, which is just about identical to my plan, and he's absolutely hilarious and funny and sweet.
and his ass?
is amazing. especially in cargo shorts.
and this concludes juliet being somewhat boycrazy and giggly over a boy's bum.