I think to myself... What will become of me? Will I be an actress? A doctor? An astronaut perhaps? Or will I work in a little cube and call it my office? Will I follow my dreams and soar among my personal heroes? Or will I sit on my couch, on a Friday night, watching my inspirer on television?

In 25 years, will I remember all the laughs I had with ( Read more... )

im about to be really fucking emo right now... don't hold it against me ( Read more... )

Dear Santa,

I've put a lot of thought into it and I've come up with the conclusion that you and Michael Jackson. Are a lot alike. You are both old, white men who get a kick out of having little boys sit on your lap.

( Here is my Christmas List. )

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so... i finally asked him what he thinks of me... he told me he think of me as his "girlfriend, but not a serious one"

really now, what does that mean? my friends had some insight. the results-

Wes: He wants all the sex with none of the commitment....from multiple non-serious girlfriends.
Mike: he's just making it very clear that he only wants ( Read more... )

So... I like him. I think. I don't know how he feels about me though. I don't even know what we are! Are we friends with benefits? Are we more? does he care about me? Or does he think I'm just some nympho high schooler ( Read more... )

I can’t help but imagine us ( Read more... )