There is only one work or, rather, one guttural sound to describe last night:
GRR
Boys are jerkish. No wait, boys' friends are jerkish... yeah... that's more correct. Maybe strange is a better term.
Why do people have to be jealous? Honestly, I really really really don't understand jealousy. I would rather appreciate it if someone could explain it to me. I'm not trying to sound obnoxious or fresh... just... confused about the whole idea... if that makes any sense. [awww thank you]
I love dancing to Pulp. And Blur. And sunshine in a bag.
We all knew I could never completely swear off it. Narcissa was right... of course.
'I want you to want me...' - Cheap Trick
