Something to kick the blog open

Dear J,


I miss your tounge.

And your tounge ring.


I could be your girlfriend if you weren't such a jerk. I have no treshhold for jerkiness, see... and you'd just make my life miserable.

I'm sorry if I wont do horny stuff with you.

I know I shouldn't even be thinking about you because I'm just one of the girls you seduce with sweet words (complete with timing and practice) and your cooldom.

Despite that, because I have no one right now, I still think of you from time to time.

You WERE the confidential darling. The ironic angel. The could've been bestfriend.


But you just think too highly of yourself. That's a bit of a good thing, see. But we can't both think highly of ourselves. We are too alike.


Still, of all the Js around. You are the J of my college life.


Lucky you.


Truly sexily yours,
Darls