Friday, October 3, 2008

bonafide hustla, makin' my name

all i wanna do is, and ah, and take your money. graham is amazing. but let's backtrack and talk about last night briefly. i was in the worse mood ever. something was so off, and everything was just blah. so i said some things to michael that, at the back of my mind, i knew i would regret. please note that i said them anyway. so he doesn't actually read what i said until today, and so i get back from class, really in a not good mood and whatnot, and i have another message from him, bitching me out for saying what i did. i felt bad for being so childish, and i apologized. he forgave me, so i guess we're cool again, but i did't really talk to him at all after that and he went to bed early for something or other that's tomorrow. so i feel like crap now because of all of the junk, and graham signs on. he's fucking magical. him (11:28:08 PM): i want to take my numchucks to the corn maze. me (11:28:17 PM): ohgod. me (11:28:20 PM): please don't him (11:28:27 PM): imagine the fear i would inspire in the workers! me (11:28:35 PM): that's what i'm afraid of him (11:28:38 PM): "boo!" -THWACK- me (11:29:25 PM): as funny as that mental image is...i really don't think it would be in your best interest to do that. him (11:29:47 PM): hey, if i left before they regained consciousness there woudln't be a problem and him (11:50:40 PM): it's so hard to not reply "that's what she said"... to everything. i think i have a problem. me (11:50:45 PM): haha me (11:50:48 PM): maybe you do. me (11:50:55 PM): but hey, you can do it in russian now him (11:51:11 PM): ella dicio esto me (11:51:27 PM): go to bed. him (11:51:32 PM): kbye! me (11:51:37 PM): goodnight him (11:51:41 PM): <9 him (11:51:58 PM): nevermind, that didn't make sense me (11:52:05 PM): XD i really wish he'd come to the football game. i won't have time to see him otherwise. :[ krissy; 'not that I don't want you home, of course.'

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