Apr 20, 2015
I’m too hot
(hot damn)
No really, it’s really hot.
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I’m too hot
(hot damn)
No really, it’s really hot.
Waiting patiently, Ash plays around on her phone as she waits for Oliver to arrive, which she was hoping wasn’t for another few minuets or so because she was totally beating her high score on the game she was currently playing. The sun beat down above her and her stomach began to growl. The last time she had eaten was probably this morning and it was currently past midday. The wind gently blows her hair across her face, blocking out her vision for a brief moment. This distraction resulted in her cussing under her breath as the screen on her phone read ‘game over’.
Ash jumped out of her skin though when a voice broke her out of the angry internal monologue she had been having with herself. Raising her head, she saw Oliver in front of her. “Well don’t you look dashing” she teases with a grin. She slips her phone away into her jeans pocket swiftly before speaking again. “You ready to head inside? I’m starving.”
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Why does everything I cook, burn?
The hardest decision to make is whether to get a chocolate or go for the healthy option. I hate vending machines, they just draw me into the unhealthy foods. Chocolate or Apple? I can’t choose.
“Ha, see? You lost the bet, I told you that our math teacher isn’t pregnant - that’s all just junk food. You owe me ten bucks. Never bet with me, I never lose”
Not sure what happened for these two girls to start making out in front of me last night, but -- I had to break it down to them and tell them I needed to get out of there because I --- well... and I kinda felt something breaking inside of me. Maybe my man’s card has been revoked?
Okay okay- stop. All of these terrible jokes are giving me a headache. Seriously, were do you even come up with this stuff?
All right, who put the dead frog in my locker? —— Was this Winnie? Leave it to her friends to think that dead things are a suitable way to make friends. Either that or they just wanted my locker to smell like a dead frog. Nobody tell Isabella, she’ll cry.