this boy asked me to go jet skiing, and i reluctantly said no. Instead, i'm sitting in the library, next to some dude who is seething. he's literally making a hissing noise from his mouth and rocking back and forth. omg, if i die instead of going jet skiing.. i guess i'll just die.
ugh.
sorry ace, i want to go so bad, but i can't. and i don't think you'll ever see this, but i will go next time. and i'll bring muffins.
No comments:
Post a Comment