Jul 15, 2005 14:32
I can't be with tony.
I hope my love has not vanished for that mysterious boy I met at the party. he iss now held so close to my heart. Roman. but when you make-out with a guy's best friend things begin to change.
every night is like a party.
every day is like hell.
so when you ask me how I'm doin'
ah, I'm doin' pretty well.
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what is up. parties are good times (sometimes)
needless to say there is not much partying with the fam up in maine.
it's good that you're good...wow i sound illiterate. i had a college interview today and came out feeling certifiably retarded, and clearly i can't spell.
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Did you make up those last four lines?
Because I really like them.
We need to hang out sometime
and,
I don't seem to have your number.
But,
I'm not doing anything this week,
so,
you should call me soon.
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