So, I still haven't done anything with that little Snowjam problem of mine... I haven't even TALKED to Tristan since he gave me the ticket.... Hmmm I guess that's pretty horrible of me, eh? But I'm find it highly amusing. I'm a bitch. Is that bad...???
But I still say it is REALLY not my fault at all. Boys are so retarded, you're nice to them and all of a sudden they want to hump your leg.
A message to boys: Just because a girl says she wants to go to a concert, it does NOT, and I repeat, does NOT mean that she wants to go with YOU.
DO NOT ASSUME THESE THINGS!!!
...Okay?
Glad we cleared that one up.
So, my house currently smells like TV dinners and I'm not sure why. No one is eating a TV dinner, nor is there even any TV dinners in the freezer. But that's okay. I'm kind of enjoying the smell of microwave-turkey. Mmmm.
