what's up 37 new photos added. you make me feel so inadequate. maybe i should have you put pictures up on these things for me.. . . . no, wait, i will get someone to photodocument my homo country line dancing skills in some classy texan country bars, underage of course, drinking cold coca-cola, and then i can donate them to your friendster photo marathon. i think pictures of me would be a perfect addition to your collection. who doesn't need a good lookin' chinese martial arts jock on their friendster page???
why hello. i know you a little more now and we still dont hang out so much.. i hope your life is filled with hellza hotties that hang on your every word cause youre super. get down girl, go 'head get down. love mikes
misti is a contradictory little fart and she calls me things like big foot and weirdo. not that these things aren't true but i suspect that she has been reading my profile and that she knows a lot of big words. this girl is the funniest kid on the block and the truest heart that ever lived. i'll never forget the time she shrieked in the backseat on the way to the bins when the rockstars were chasing us in their van. i think i had a crush on her that day.
from my exile in deep southeast, i dream of the day when we will be roommates again and we will walk to coffee every morning like we used to and she will tell me to stick my tongue out the window when i'm thirsty and she will feed me cheese curds when i'm hungry... and everything will be right with the world.
i saw your work here at the Portland Museum of Pop and Stop Art. I appreciated the hues and the contrasts. The Simon and Garfunkle portraits were my favorite . . . it reminded of all my best friends who aren't my best friends anymore. . . keep drawing, girl, you've got what it takes.
remembere when you ate dinner with me at the Doug Fir? I do.
Recently Misti saved my life post-world-class-temper-tantrum. For that I will always have a special place in my heart for her. Also, she has the most adorable cat in the world. You can hear smooches little darlin' cry if you call her cell for.
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my name is michaels an i was wearing
a stash when you was riding tricycles.
and mine dont come off.
z-ingg!
from my exile in deep southeast, i dream of the day when we will be roommates again and we will walk to coffee every morning like we used to and she will tell me to stick my tongue out the window when i'm thirsty and she will feed me cheese curds when i'm hungry... and everything will be right with the world.
okay. that is all i ask. thank you.
The hot smoothie... think about it. you want one...
remembere when you ate dinner with me at the Doug Fir? I do.