Well.
I don’t even know anymore.
So. Fuck it.
Michael Thomas.
19.
Straight.
College student.
Friends.
Skating.
Raving.
Promoting.
Vocals.
Body mods.
Good music.
Ears stretched to inch and 3/8ths, septum stretched to 4g.
My face. Click at your own risk.
Well.
I don’t even know anymore.
So. Fuck it.
Yes.
We talk, develop feelings for each other (if things go well), then one of us asks the other out.
Pretty standard stuff…
You must be like really hot or something.
Skyrim (‘:
I must be retarded or something because I don’t know who this is.
But Kelly is the only one that calls me mom-nicknames.
Dude I’m pretty happy, actually.
I haven’t changed it in forever.
I don’t have my laptop yet ):
Oh hey ily2
For sure! (:
And um… Thanks. I needed that.
Ok