It might be said that my brain harbours some misfiring synapse but one has to be thankful for the non-emo rants I've been having as of late. Reading someone constantly whining about his ex-girlfriend from 2 years back is absolutely dreadful, and if one has to ever endure such a torturous experience, one should immediately save oneself through the closing of the browser.
Even so. Writing to Future People On Valentine's Day was homework - okay, wait - I don't mean to say that I didn't mean those words (this line is for future girl who took those words to heart), I just mean that Present Day Mothers of Friends should not base their consideration of my mental state on an entry written for homework (once again future-love don't take offence).
All this time-travelling is making me woozy. What the hell am I going on about? Well, I received this email from Nuria entitled "my mum on skype":
ok go ahead n watch. I m reading Erwin's blog on his valentine letter
to a valentine that has yet to exist. This boy leans on the strange
but i can see that he has loads of potential
And I thought to reunassure her mom. Who is reading this, and should be aware that I'm joking about this entirely. Also ignore please the first sentence of that paragraph which should make no sense to anyone whatsoever, one should not go further to connect that line to anything regarding pornographic material either.
Yes, I have loads (of potential).
1 comment:
just fyi, the first line had NO link whtsoever of the activities of the night before, in your room. anyway,i like how she describes u as leaning on the strange.hahaha
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