Today, I discovered why CJ should not give dating advice. Because she tells me to stop being a wuss and just ask Angus out already. Everyone in my class knows I like him, except for him. At least my class has some sort of principles: if someone likes someone else, everyone can know except for that person; unless they're planning to ask that person out, in which case all gloves come off. I swear, they're the craftiest group of nitwits I've ever met.
Besides this top story, my neighbors are moving, I've got 4 albums left to do, and I've got a nasty blister on my thumb from playing guitar, so I'm writing a little slower.
Yep.
That's all.
Remind me to wear my good jeans and dewrag tomorrow.
Goodness gravy, I'm pathetic.
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