Sunday, February 20, 2005 // 11:51 PM

girl that's some prettiness you have there. i will give you shotglass-fulls. go on, go on. pretend to be original. pander to me, my blessing of a twenty four hour, my newfound ability to look things in the eye. cos i'm not made of wood, and i don't have a wooden heart. if i knew a soccer junkie, wow, you would be on my list.

all i've come to know is that louis the sixteenth was a pretty big loser. history, i hope you're taking yourself down, i'm not in the mood to be studying you anymore.