significant other..
once again, good guessnicole mcdowell?good one………catrina parks?I want you NOW!
future
is looking forward to next saturday, looking forward to 1.5 more years til college, and 8 year’s from now well…..there will be a ring :)
Bre Perry
hey, sorry to hear about you. Not so much your car. I HATE foreign cars with a passion of a thousand sun’s! If only that would happen to everybody’s foreign waste of American money………..Brandon Cadotte’s gay, blue, Nissan better next!!!
if this isn’t a reason to buy american, I don’t know what is! hitting a guardrail on the highway should NOT twist your frame. That goes to show how shitty foreign crap is put together. Sorry for the rant. :)
one year closer to getting the hell out of here!
okay thank god for this damn website. i can get out the words I want to say, yet not say them to your face, yet still feel relieved. when i drive up to frankenmuth & back monday, then proceed to do the same thing the following day (mind you I have a V8 and that mother fucker has a BIG appetite) putting easily over 140 miles on the Jeep, and costing me christmas money to come see you (which I do NOT mind at all). But when I come to see you, text you, etc. you seem as if you’re scared to talk to me. you don’t seem as if you want to be with me. I care about you a LOT, yet you don’t seem to give a rat’s ass about me! As conceded as this may sound, I could be with so many other quality woman out there it’s not even fair. When I text you and want to have a legit conversation I expect more than 3 or 4 words at the max. Or when I come to spend time with you, I expect to spend time with you. Dear lord, maybe I’m asking for a lot, maybe I’m just a dumbass (which is a HIGH possibility) but either way your killing me here. Slowly, but surely. It’s as if you’ve pierced a hole in my heart or anywhere for that matter, and every day, everytime we talk I bleed a little more. Sooner or later I’m going to “theoretically” die. We need to work something out and fast!
Disappointment
Big surprise…..disappointed again. What the hell in this world do I need to do in order for you to feel like you actually want to spend time with me!?! Sure I had to spend hour’s doing the driveway last night…sure it was a good workout, sure it needed to be done, but I did it to spend time with you. And what do I get in response? That you have to do homework, and that your parent’s won’t let you. Sure I’ll buy that. Only about the first dozen times you’ve fed that same line to me. God dammit!!! Why the hell am I always cursed!?!
