Got it. Truth hurts. I faced the music. Me no likey.
Uhgh. I should've known better when the boy had half a brain. And wit. Hot boys. They don't have this.
Forever single. They're either hott (WTF is hoyt? My phone keeps trying to put this instead of hott. Side note: look that word up) or they have a great personality (and of course this greatness is measured by how well they mesh with me because we all know that I am the center of the universe, right? Right? RIGHT?). So whatev. I got an e-mail buddy (until he gives up).
I'm gonna go drink my single forever ass under the table now.
Well, kinda/maybe anyway.
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