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well, at the rate that you're going, you'll have proposed to me before the 1 year mark (i really really hope he doesn't). and i'll be running in the opposite direction and and screaming bloody murder. god dammit slow down. i don't even know what ice cream flavor i want right now, and you're talking about me finding a job all the way over there after i'm done school. and i thought girls are the ones that think too much.
and bah. i'm sick. i'm feeble. yuck.
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