Usually I make it a rule not to have crushes on boys that have already boned any of my friends. (I think that in Vancouver it's a particularily wise rule to have). However (and much to my dismay), I have found an exception. Not that anything could possibly ever happen, but I am in full-on daydream mode. It's sick. It's just because he's tall, and knows my name.
Peeps the cat is a total shithead.
Monday, June 12, 2006
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