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i don't know why you love harry potter more than you love phil shih

i'm currently chatting with this girl melissa that worked at the irish pub steph bishop worked at in mackinaw island. and i showed her my blog.

she said: "you like to say fuck"
i said: "i like to say it in body language (sorry that joke sucks)."

and both are true, i like to say fuck and my joke sucked.

i want her opinion on my "art". i want her to tell me she loves or hates it to either boost or kill my self worth

so this girl looks like jen harvey except not pencil skinny. i have a few pictures of her somewhere on my work computer and will need to post later. she's cute.

we had nothing in common but got along so well. she was spacey sometimes, getting spacier than an astronaut.

it's too bad she lives in indiana because i could always use another high fiver.

oh she was mad too that when i showed her my blog, i hadn't yet written anything about mackinaw. although to be honest, i don't typically remember what i even write so i didn't know i hadn't written anything about my summer vacation until she told me.

she tole me i was such a nice guy that we couldn't because she actually cared about me.

that was the worst moment of my life yet it made me realize that assholes really have it made because:
1. they don't care
2. they get p-tang
3. free smells

did you get tha tlast joke? reread it a hundred times and you still might not.

posted by fillshe @ 11:04 PM