June 13th, 2011.
Dear Bluebird,
I have every reason to be nervous! Believe it or not, I have a really hard time talking to girls. It took me a while to talk to Jess, much less ask her out. Any girl I meet makes me struggle to find words, because 1) I don’t want them to suddenly burst into tears and 2) they usually think I’m too weird.
My rambling is not adorable. -.-
You’re very welcome, m’lady. Anything fo’ chu’. <3
Chill, woman! I won’t tell him anything. I’m very good at keeping secrets. Trust me. I got this. Even when I’m drunk, I don’t tell any secrets. They’ll be forever safe in my mind. :)
Because! You’re special to me. I don’t have anything secret from the guys. Only Vic knows what you look like. He’s bad at describing people/things/everything, so I don’t worry about him trying to tell the others. Your beauty is my secret. Also, I don’t want them trying to make a move. Just. No. Not my bestie. (They’re not even hot, either…)
That is the best compliment my feet have ever gotten. Thank you, darling. I bet you smell like unicorns. <3
Love, your spiky-haired-Mexican-weirdo,
Taco.
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