I’m looking at pictures of Micheal Cera and drinking chocolate milk. Lamer.
That means a lot. I live vicariously through you more than anyone else.
It’s ok. We all have our strengths. Mine are more suited to virtual beat-downs.
OMG. New Britney Spears leaked today. I have yet to hear it.
I forget how awkward you are sometimes.
These are the days we should definitely live in the same city and practice our bitter old women routine…just so we have it down when we get old. Next step is to live next door and wear coordinating shrugs and discuss how crappy things have gone since we were children…
If we need to stage a 5 Gum boycott, I’m fully prepared to stand by you and recruit troops. Want me to make a FB page?
Did you get knocked up?
We can pray the language barrier remains insurmountable.
Don’t use it to send me anthrax this time, ok? Or subscriptions to hustler.
There is a small pile of plaid cloth near your car. Possibly a shirt or boxer shorts. Please investigate further if you have time. [i will say this was me querying my roommate. it was a shirt. i was disappointed]
Thanks for not saying, “it’s a date.” That always makes me feel awkward. (just like a real date)
Glad you made it safely and feel free to vomit on me any time. I’ll hold your hair back.
There is sunshine in my soul right now.
That girl does not know what is good for her. Namely: you. And squeeze-its.
“blowout sale of breast augmentations.” Worst wording in an ad ever.
That is the perfect use of twitter. Quick. Easy. Informative.
I was trying to keep it g-rated for the cat’s ears in case he was around. He’s very sensitive you know.
It’s also discouraging. Kinda like only the guys who you don’t have interest in are the ones that like you. It’s like that, but with lesbians.
Scratch that. Kewl not cool.
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