Okay, so for like the past ever, I have always wanted a boyfriend. And now that I have one, I seriously don't want the one that I have. Here's the story on how I got one: This summer at my little job, there was this boy named Kory. The summer went bty and one the last day, everyone was asking for just about everyone's phone number. I gave Kory mine like ages ago when we were going home one day. Well, on the day of our program, Kory called me and we were talking about who we were going to miss and all that go9od stuff. I told him that I liked this boy named Uriah (that's' how you spell it, i made sure). Kory said he likes this girl who has an "a" as the second letter in her first name4 and an "o" as the second letter in her last name. I thought he was talking about my friend Chablis, because everyone likes her and thinks she's pretty. He said no it not her, it's me. I decided to give it a chance and her I am typing becuase the guy I have is not really the one that I want. The guy I want is the one I met on the subway after I got my hair done a few weeks ago. He's perfect for me, but we don't know how old we are. He's older than me, much older. If my boyfriend wouldn't do one thing I wouldn't mind anything. What does he do you're asking? He calls me like a million times in one day. Isn't the girl supposed to call the guy like one every two seconds. Not in my fairy tale. He won't stop calling me. Today he called me like six times. Luckingly my phone wasn't around. This is just to stressful. It's like it's some lesson from God. Here Natalia, is the boyfreind you asked for. Taketh and be happy, for one cannot giveth back what, I, your God, giveth. Why on earth did I want a boyfriend and why did I want to experiment? crying crying crying
 Midnight Magdeline · Sun Aug 24, 2008 @ 11:28pm · 0 Comments |
