(i don't remember who i was writing about. i was 20.)

i'm irreversibly lovesick for a boy. now: two truths and a lie.

he dresses far better than i do
he could be the first example in a dissertation discussing ambiguously homosexual men
he is so hot i want to melt
when he talks to me, he looks me in the eyes, listens to what i'm saying, and often agrees or laughs (the only two desirable outcomes of any conversation)
he drives a red jetta. a new one

now i played the game wrong because that was actually a list of five truths and no lies.

a few more tidbits:
where's raymond?
dr. pepper is worth so many points.
i'm going to be kicked out of biola because i have a postmodern worldview.
jacuzzi rules!