Now there's an idea. It reminds me of one of my high school boyfriends who had his room full of felt posters, black lights, skulls with candles in them...everyone has their thing...
I might move on to Tusk now and cry over the fact that when I opened my Facebook account there were three engagements within thirty minutes of one another. Will it never be my turn?
I might move on to Tusk now and cry over the fact that when I opened my Facebook account there were three engagements within thirty minutes of one another. Will it never be my turn?
It's not something I'm overly bothered about, no. Sometimes I think it might be nice, but then I remind myself that that is the 14 year old inside me talking, and that in reality it would be no different than what we're doing now.
It's not something I'm overly bothered about, no. Sometimes I think it might be nice, but then I remind myself that that is the 14 year old inside me talking, and that in reality it would be no different than what we're doing now.