there's a really cute hungarian boy in my photo class. he was my partner when we were developing film. i told him my mom was born in hungary and we kind of bonded. i hope he'll want to talk to me again.
he reminds me of kostos in the sisterhood of the traveling pants. i want a kostos. except minus the whole i-rebounded-and-got-the-chick-pregnant ordeal. that would suck.
oooh the life of a teenager. don't ya love it?
-aareject
Always,
Charles
How did you get your entries on the right like that?