where its in the deep night of ohiopile
state park waking up to me punching her
while i fight off my dreams, or somewhere on
the maryland rest stop trying to sleep off
exhaustion while our feet were going numb
from the cold, Michele was there smiling .
ahhh...mly is SO kind...kind enough to
let me split her ends, shave her head,
peel her shoulders, tweeze her brows,
share her shoes, paint her room BLACK,
drown her in relationship woes,...
she's real friend, a good friend!!
michele is the only person on earth i
would be caught dead dressed up like a
little tiger with eyeliner-whiskers on
my face running around a hotel lobby
getting our fortunes told by some
pretend-gypsy woman who didn't suspect
that we, despite our tender years, knew
she was full of shit. with.
michele is the kind of person with
whom you feel immediately comfortable
talking about religion, family, and
how tall famke janssen is in person.
which is to say that she's a bright,
unique, and captivating dinner
companion indeed. she also has a
sassy smattering of freckles, perfect
bangs, and, overall, is just plain
adorable.
Michele actually makes New Jersey look
good! That is no small feat. I wish I
had talked more (read at all)to her
when I still lived there. She is
intelligent, and awfully nice (even
though she did drive past me and didn't
wave!)
Adorable and smart as a Whip (or a
Scrambler, or a Tilt-A-Whirl. Way
smarter than the salt and pepper shaker
and presumably less nauseating after 2-
3 funnel cakes.) Your turn. 5
tickets, please.
and i have a hunger for some real
home-style AMERICAN food! (ie indian)
lemme know if you're interested too
state park waking up to me punching her
while i fight off my dreams, or somewhere on
the maryland rest stop trying to sleep off
exhaustion while our feet were going numb
from the cold, Michele was there smiling .
let me split her ends, shave her head,
peel her shoulders, tweeze her brows,
share her shoes, paint her room BLACK,
drown her in relationship woes,...
she's real friend, a good friend!!
would be caught dead dressed up like a
little tiger with eyeliner-whiskers on
my face running around a hotel lobby
getting our fortunes told by some
pretend-gypsy woman who didn't suspect
that we, despite our tender years, knew
she was full of shit. with.
your mind.
whom you feel immediately comfortable
talking about religion, family, and
how tall famke janssen is in person.
which is to say that she's a bright,
unique, and captivating dinner
companion indeed. she also has a
sassy smattering of freckles, perfect
bangs, and, overall, is just plain
adorable.
good! That is no small feat. I wish I
had talked more (read at all)to her
when I still lived there. She is
intelligent, and awfully nice (even
though she did drive past me and didn't
wave!)
Scrambler, or a Tilt-A-Whirl. Way
smarter than the salt and pepper shaker
and presumably less nauseating after 2-
3 funnel cakes.) Your turn. 5
tickets, please.
hottest thing ever. Plus she is super
sweet and has a dog. I would like to
see more of Ms. Michele.