The Princess
The princess is what I call Leslie. Why do I call her the princess? Well, what else should you call a princess?
Anyway, she reads my blogsite sometimes but never ever posts any comments, sometimes she just reads it, and will just wait for a long time to bring up anything that she read. She uses the time gap to..........I don't know, she does it for some reason. But that doesn't really matter for anything.
Out of all the chicks that I have met out here in Texas she is the only one that I have continued to like talking with, even if I did say she was acting stank. I was probably being a little assholish when I said that. I knew she was going through stressfull times and stuff with school and work and the career search and all that. I think what bothered me was that she couldn't relax and let it go for a bit. I got tired of talking to a depressed sounding person. Not so much her acting stank, just kinda stressed and she didn't feel as happy and relaxed and it came out in her conversation, and I didn't like it.
Maybe I am the one that was acting stank.
Whatever. All I know is that me and the Princess will always have that magical night at that Italian Restaurant (the name of which I can't remember) where we dined and I drank mimosas.
Pure Magic.
-Mr. "I love drinking Mimosas"
Anyway, she reads my blogsite sometimes but never ever posts any comments, sometimes she just reads it, and will just wait for a long time to bring up anything that she read. She uses the time gap to..........I don't know, she does it for some reason. But that doesn't really matter for anything.
Out of all the chicks that I have met out here in Texas she is the only one that I have continued to like talking with, even if I did say she was acting stank. I was probably being a little assholish when I said that. I knew she was going through stressfull times and stuff with school and work and the career search and all that. I think what bothered me was that she couldn't relax and let it go for a bit. I got tired of talking to a depressed sounding person. Not so much her acting stank, just kinda stressed and she didn't feel as happy and relaxed and it came out in her conversation, and I didn't like it.
Maybe I am the one that was acting stank.
Whatever. All I know is that me and the Princess will always have that magical night at that Italian Restaurant (the name of which I can't remember) where we dined and I drank mimosas.
Pure Magic.
-Mr. "I love drinking Mimosas"
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