Tuesday, January 4, 2011

FML-Bri

My life is complicated.

"Guys I think I lost my credit card, where the hell is it???"
"Bri, it's in your hand"

Shit like this happens to me all the time. I don't know why.

Since school began nothing very interesting has happened to me (okay, I've only been here for 3 days) no fun times with Kayla, Pam, or Raymond.

Here are somethings I miss about last quarter:
Boobies
The L Word marathons
Lip Ring
Boobies
Warmth
Did I mention boobies?

Okay I should theme this post because I'm all over the place.

I was watching Celebrity Rehab on T.V the other night, and cringed when I heard Dr. Drew say one chick that she was addicted to love. I am.

Since I was 3 I've fallen in love over 50 times. Not stupid "that person is so cute! I love them!!", it was crying every night, take a bullet for them love. I don't know why but, when I fall, I fall hard. It doesn't matter who they are...boy, girl, short, tall, brown hair, blonde hair...I end up loving them. Right now, I think I'm in love with three people, two of whom I'm pretty sure do not love me back. I'll let you know how that goes. I should also mention I'm in love with my roommate, not the I wanna do you type. But i'm pretty sure if I get old and never get married, I will find her and marry her...no sexy business involved.

Here are some reasons why I love Emily:
She doesn't shave her whoo-ha

She eats everything with ketchup...including ice-cream

She doesn't pick her nose

She squints her eyes when she concentrates

She mirrors her special ed major more than anyone else I've seen

She naps at all hours of the day, and yells at me when I don't wake her up when she tells me telepathically

She is the whitest person in the world when she raps

She has huge tits that I play with sometimes

She repeats herself over three times

She has had more action than I have in months

She says out loud everything she writes

When she cries, she blubbers

She tells me she loves me every night

I know she'll be there whenever I need her...thats my favorite.

Em, I love you dearly.

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