Crysta.
I've been talking to a very special lady.
We met each other back in 8th or 9th grade. The story isn't complete but from the pieces we remember we use to hang out at our high school football games, even though she went to Oakland Catholic, and occasionally do the adolescent make out in the parking lot. Again the story is hazy, but we think that she went out with someone else and then all of my friends started hating her. So she found me on myspace.com a few weeks ago and we've been talking fairly heavily since.
We hung out all weekend as well, on into to weeeee hours of the morning. Sadly things aren't as easy as they seem.
We met each other back in 8th or 9th grade. The story isn't complete but from the pieces we remember we use to hang out at our high school football games, even though she went to Oakland Catholic, and occasionally do the adolescent make out in the parking lot. Again the story is hazy, but we think that she went out with someone else and then all of my friends started hating her. So she found me on myspace.com a few weeks ago and we've been talking fairly heavily since.
We hung out all weekend as well, on into to weeeee hours of the morning. Sadly things aren't as easy as they seem.
posted by Hand on the Stove at 2:24 PM
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"i believe we write our own stories and each time we think we know the end -- we don't. perhaps luck exists somewhere between the world of planning, the world of chance, and in the peace that comes from knowing that you just can't know it all. life's funny that way -- once you let go of the wheel, you might end up right where you belong."
-little black book.
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