Setting: Evening, online
PMSingMoron92: UGH NOW MY MOM IS TELLING ME I WON'T GET IN ANYWHERE!
PMSingMoron92: *cries*
SweetAttentiveBoy007: *Snuggles*
SweetAttentiveBoy007: But hey, I'm gonna go to sleep. I know it's only 9.
PSMingMoron92: Aw...
SweetAttentiveBoy007: I have to put my clothes away.
SweetAttentiveBoy007: And make my bed.
SweetAttentiveBoy007: I love you. *kisses*
PMSingMoron92: :( okay.
*SweetAttentiveBoy007 signed off*
Phone of PMSingMoron92: Text me at least?
Phone of SweetAttentiveBoy007: I'll try.
Phone of PMSingMoron92: So you're actually going to sleep and stuff?
Phone of SweetAttentiveBoy007:...yes.
PMSy Girl: UGH I THOUGHT HE CARED ABOUT ME!! BLAH he's probably screwing some other chick, or coming out of the closet. Or maybe I'm not good enough. THAT'S WHY I CAN'T GET INTO COLLEGE! I'm not interesting enough, I have nothing to talk about. Maybe I should just send them my blog. NO! The neverending stream of blahness would kill the administrators. God, I'm so hungry, but I don't want to be a fatass...
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Why I'm So Lame: I am a PMSing moron when I'm PMSing. I say the most ridiculous crap ever. Thank God I am rational enough the know that I am a moron when I PMS and that's why my boyfriend won't snuggle with me in cyber land. I wish cyberland were real. We'd be getting it on every week and snuggling every second that we're not offline. Is the lameness infecting your head yet?
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