my boyfriend and i go to Taco Bell. what do you want i ask him. a baja blast? no. he gets down on one knee. i want something that will baja last. will you marry me? they ring the taco bell. we live happily ever after mas.
the way i text my bf throughout the day is similar to a 3rd grade summer essay. i went for a walk. i had something to eat. it was good. i feel happy. i had a good time. i saw a bird
(trying to make light conversation) did you know that one serving of gogurt is 3 tubes? a lot of people would think one tube, but you can actually have three. three tubes, if you want
i caught a glimpse of a crocheted ravioli pillow with a smiley face and before i got the chance to adore, my twitter REFRESHED. what did i do to deserve this? why me?
it’s perfectly reasonable to spend several hundred dollars at 2 am. i don’t walk into your home and spy on you in the wee hours of the night, mr moneybank man
he texts you “come over” and you do, expecting nothing, but he surprises you with dinner. and dessert. he doesn’t look at his phone once. you’re happy. he then asks if you want to see his favorite Top 10 Epic Fails Compilation on YouTube. you watch. it’s epic. then you go home.