| well guess what... i didn't get my christmas gift that i told you about...i guess santa doesn't really like me. I must be on the naughty list, but then again that doesn't surprise me. O well... i guess it wasnt meant to be. |
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| you know what really sux? I was talking to
HIM last night on my way home and I told him how I felt without
actually TELLING him how I felt. I guess i "forgot" the part where i confessed my undying love to him and how much it would mean to be his girlfriend...but other then that I informed him that I don' T
know where I stand with him or what goes through his head
everyday... He tells me it' S good thoughts and that I should Be
happy, but then when I ask him how He sees me, He fold up with has
"right now your has really good friend..." The sad share is I
drank continues to let him take advantage of the fact that He has my
heart and He edge C what He wants with me. What I think is the
worst thing of all is that I still drank coils him without regret,
goal I just don' T understand why I' m always the friend, NOT the
girlfriend... So Santa, If I could cuts one thing in the world
for christmas I would want it to Be HIM...
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| Santa Clause
North Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Brittney's Office party. It was Mike who spiked the punch with too much Smearn Off. I can't help it if I drank 69 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like alcohol.
I thought it was funny when I put Bobby's jock strap on my head and danced the tango on the T.V. while singing `I'm too sexy'. I didn't mean to break Brittney's dildo and don't know why Brittney would accuse me of masterbating.
I don't remember calling justin's wife a fat rooster---even though she looked like one with red eye shadow and white lipstick!
And when I threw up on Amber's husband's penis, it was only because I ate too much of that gummi bears.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Ice Cream Truck through my neighbor's Bathroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a Fucking Duck and have me arrested for electricuting the dog!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all horny and hot. And I'm really not to blame for any of this Dumbass stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and Naughtily yours,
Jessica* (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 100000 bucks!
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| is it bad when you really like your recent X's cousin>>>???
I can't help it!!
He's just so loveable |
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| I'M SINGLE!!!!!!!!!
Holler Back players!
syke im actually kindof depressed but life goes on...
and there are plenty of other guys out there... |
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