i never claimed to be any sort of math whiz, but i'm really having a hard time figuring out how my three fall out boy tickets (roughly $35 each) somehow wound up costing me $145.
i do not recall being kissed first.
nor do i recall being presented with a thoughtful card or flowers.
however, just like 75% of the teenage female population, i would not object if pete wentz were to take care of one or both of these deficiencies personally.
could write more- it's been an eventful week- but tonight, that is all.
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