So, I pretty much hate that in one second you make give the biggest smile I can manage and within the next few minutes my smile turns to worry and doubt taht I don't even make you happy at all.

So these past couple of days were pretty nice ( Read more... )

I'm not happy.

and I'm in TONS of pain.

Text from Kaitlyn: Should we just sleep with each other? Would it make it easier for the morning?

I got sunburnt. This blows.

I know I'm not the worst of this, but I've been in major denile of my part within this charade. I'm not necessarily a cause or problem, but I am definately pushing it further. I need to step up. It's not me, and it never will be.

Kaitlyn, I hope you have an awesome time at prom tonight...don't worry, you'll look awesome. : )

You're gonna have a gay stroke-ah!

I really am sick of this 'suppositicious sentiment'. It started to show a bit tonight, but not nearly noticable enough ( Read more... )

The good times:
Fatman on a motorcycle
"Hey Jackass, can you do it or not?"
Blue phone booth/Red phone booth
"I really like hair"
Free fries
"What is..food?"
You're gonna be dead.
KICK
230
Tagged cattle
Baked potatoes

The bad times:
200 dollars.
Invader.
Choke.
Regret.
Miss you.

Overall...Good day. : )