*is on skype with my boyfriend*
*sees a really fine picture of aleks*
me: holy fuck
brody: what?
me: aleks
brody: oh, okay
me: man, I'd so get in them jeans
like seriously, he's fine with it, but then there are times like:
brody: excuse me?
me: yes, I was saying that I would like to get in aleks' jeans
brody: wow, thanks, love you too
me: I'm just saying, if a hot russian man comes around, I'm ditching you and we're getting married with five children
brody: keep dreaming, okay babe
1) how
2) why
3) g8
I'm not sure how I still have a boyfriend at this point
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