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Day 02 – My first love
Saturday, March 26, 2011, 10:27 AM

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one of a kind

  • he is a self-proclaimed asshole with a stupid cheeky grin that cracks me up. 
  • to me, he is a sweetheart. 
  • he doesn't even have to try.
  • he thinks that the beetle in his keychain is real and we would spend all period trying to crack his keychain into half.
  • he spells island as eyeland. he doesn't like it when our tables are in symmetry.
  • he likes to style my hair with eraser dust. he has anger management issues.
  • his favorite color is gay. his face is always in a flush.
  • he talks too much.
  • he is the boy who is most likely to be smashed to death by a table.
  • he calls me fat. 
  • he is fatter.
  • he loves spamming the table with correction liquid
  • he gave me a vending machine ring
  • he makes great memories.
  • he knows.
  • he is plural.