A guy invited me to come to his house tomorrow to pick up a movie I let him borrow and possibly play LOTR themed Monopoly and/or Risk. Like. My brain is all:
RED ALERT! RED ALERT! CUTE GUY! POSSIBILITY OF SNUGGLES OR KISSES. YOU ARE OUT OF DEODORANT AND FORGOT TO BUY SOME AT THE STORE EVEN THOUGH THAT’S WHY YOU WENT BECAUSE THE CUTE BOY ASKED YOU OVER AND WE FREAKED OUT. YOU ARE GOING TO BE STINKY AND AWKWARD DURING YOUR VISIT. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL.










