December 1st, 2011.
Dear Taco,
Vic’s hair is sex. I could have sex with his hair (aka sex). I knew Fuenciado is real; you know you love it, too! Well, you have that right; I’d never turn my back on you. You can always trust me, too (which you also have right, duh). Of course you’re relevant! You’re more relevant than relevancy it self. You’re my favorite member, and I’m not just saying that because you’re my best friend.
Aw, fine. If you don’t wanna’ tell me, your best friend, you don’t have to. Why don’t you look at Jess’s picture, then at the pretty girl’s? When you look at one and you get butterflies in your stomach and your heart races, that’s who you’re in love with.
Of course forgetting me is possible. Everyone else does it. </3
Ugh. Boys. I’d never let them have a piece of this. Well, I can’t control myself when I’m drunk, so you better watch out. ;P
I always feel bad for Zack and Rian. They have to deal with them. They’ve been dealing with Alex and Jack for years now, though, so I don’t feel too bad. If they haven’t left yet, they don’t plan on leaving any time soon (or ever).
I got the tattoo and no, you can’t see it before next year! You can forget it! Don’t even try and argue, little boy. It’ll have to wait.
Tons of love, the girl who thinks Vic’s hair is sex,
Bluebird.
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