In light of recent events, I have decided I do not condone Lady Tiffany's decisions. In that, I most likely won't follow them. She can do what she hemmoraging well pleases, but I really would like a guy to have just some fun with...Nothing serious like say dating a guy for three years... Just a little fun, and maybe a little tongue... I like the way that rhymes... And there isn't a person out there who can tell me that making out isn't fun.

Oh, if you are a cute and cool girl between the ages of 20 - 30, my room mate, Dan, is needy... but don't tell him I said that...

Anyway... I'm sure it'll be a while. I just have to deposit myself into the college scene (don't worry, I'm not getting into the really bad stuff!!) and find some nice fun cool guys... to hang out with and make out with maybe

And get my mind off of someone I fell for because he was probably the first person to worry about me when I leaned out of the car window while driving down the highway, or when I perched on a balcony ledge, or hung out of the sunroof, or ran on the roof....

And, because nobody had ever done that before, my mind says: "He cares. He cares because he likes you." Which wasn't at all true. He liked me... as a friend. He cared about me... as a friend. I just needed to realize that. Hit me like a few bricks yesterday(not a ton... just a few... a ton would squash me into oblivion...) Anyway, if you are reading this, and you know who you are... Sorry...

WOW!

"Now that almost ruined my buzz"
"I'm sooo baked!"
Clueless

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