One young woman's life experience with boys, guys, men, whatever you want to call them
I dreamed that Alex came by dressed like Ali G. Well, he gets to my house, and guess what? Yeah...Then he tells my mom about the time he was high on crack. I just sort of ignored him. So he had an asthma attack, left, and took me off his myspace's friends list. What a turkey...right after Thanksgiving, too.
posted by CatholicGirlie @ 5:07 PM
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Let's see...I'm a girlie girl-but I used to be a tomboy (soccer and field hockey were my things). I look Irish, even to the casual observer. My friends say that I'm a flirt, though I merely see myself as friendly. I have an IQ of 165, though I try not to flash it around to everyone I meet. I like to learn new languages. I'll read as many as three books a day for pleasure (yes, I'm a speed reader). I have one sister and numerous cousins who are like brothers and sisters. I have two really close friends and lots of friends who are close but not as much as my two best girls (and a million people that I'm friendly with).
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