Friday, August 26, 2005



"Also, why are you made at me now? Honestly, I can’t keep up."

Seriously, how could you not love a someone who is so brilliant, he's getting his Ph.D. at one of the best schools in the country, but is so doofy, he can't spell three letter words?

If I were to sum up my perfect man in a sentence, it'd be something like that. No wonder I'm so devoted.

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