The Best for Last
Sometimes the snow comes down in June.
Sometimes the sun goes round the moon.
After long, tough day at work (noon to 7:30), I had the perfect ending:
Another phenomenal night with my boyfriend.
He picked me up around 8:20 and we went back to his house to finish Saving Silverman. He even made popcorn and everything (it was so cute!).
It kept skipping in the middle, but he got it to work and we finished it. Then we started watching Jason 8 (it was filmed in the 1980s so it wasn't exactly terrifying; scary nonetheless), but he turned that off and we started watching Spiderman on TV.
We thoroughly discussed superheroes/villians ("What's Batgirl's name?" "Barbara..." "Barabara what?") and the hotness of Tobey McGuire (not hot); Kirsten Dunst (I think she's cute but too pale); and James Franco ("He looks like my cousin." "And you think he's hot?" "My cousin is hot." "Sick!").
Hey, I can't help it if my family is attractive.
Anyways.
He took me home around 11-ish...driving me home the long way making unnecessary semi-circles as I sang 'Save the Best for Last':
"Snow in June? That's impossible." "What about Alaska?"
Tomorrow we have a lunch date, and you better belive we're watching Titanic.
James Franco may be hot...but you look just like him sometimes. Not so much the Harry Osgood James Franco; more like Tristan&Isolde James Franco when you make a face at me...you're so cute. I love how Saving Silverman reminds you of me, cause you watched it the night of Carrie's party...and how you think I ask stupid questions ("What if my name was Noby? What if I wore a Spiderman suit to school? What if my name was Noby McCulloch?"). I love it when you protect me from scary movies and complain that my Slurpee tastes like water or urine (hello, that's the syrup you freak); and suprize me with popcorn. You may be a poor boyfriend, but you make up for it in charm.♥
21806♥
Sometimes the sun goes round the moon.
After long, tough day at work (noon to 7:30), I had the perfect ending:
Another phenomenal night with my boyfriend.
He picked me up around 8:20 and we went back to his house to finish Saving Silverman. He even made popcorn and everything (it was so cute!).
It kept skipping in the middle, but he got it to work and we finished it. Then we started watching Jason 8 (it was filmed in the 1980s so it wasn't exactly terrifying; scary nonetheless), but he turned that off and we started watching Spiderman on TV.
We thoroughly discussed superheroes/villians ("What's Batgirl's name?" "Barbara..." "Barabara what?") and the hotness of Tobey McGuire (not hot); Kirsten Dunst (I think she's cute but too pale); and James Franco ("He looks like my cousin." "And you think he's hot?" "My cousin is hot." "Sick!").
Hey, I can't help it if my family is attractive.
Anyways.
He took me home around 11-ish...driving me home the long way making unnecessary semi-circles as I sang 'Save the Best for Last':
"Snow in June? That's impossible." "What about Alaska?"
Tomorrow we have a lunch date, and you better belive we're watching Titanic.
James Franco may be hot...but you look just like him sometimes. Not so much the Harry Osgood James Franco; more like Tristan&Isolde James Franco when you make a face at me...you're so cute. I love how Saving Silverman reminds you of me, cause you watched it the night of Carrie's party...and how you think I ask stupid questions ("What if my name was Noby? What if I wore a Spiderman suit to school? What if my name was Noby McCulloch?"). I love it when you protect me from scary movies and complain that my Slurpee tastes like water or urine (hello, that's the syrup you freak); and suprize me with popcorn. You may be a poor boyfriend, but you make up for it in charm.♥
21806♥