Holy frugen-frag it's windy as balls outside. As you can see 'balls' has replaced fuck in this case. I notice that my m.o., when it comes to guys, is fairly predictable, to me at least, because i do it the same way every time. It reminds me of the Rilo Kiley song (Plane Crash in C):
"when its all the stupid things
so damn confusing to me
like talking it through
controlling my temper
like letting it go
saying please forgive me
or laughing at your jokes"
I indeed laugh at the jokes, even if they're not that great, but once it's fo' sho' that you and me aint happenin', i check out. The jokes are no longer funny. damn....i have to pee like a mofo. i shall take care of it. [PAUSE]
[RESUME]Where was I? Aww, yes, boys and being over them. I'm over 'the boy' now.
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