in between working on websites last night, i was reading articles on digg. cue digg haters/reddit lovers now. anyway, i was reading articles on digg, and by reading the articles i mean perusing the comments (highly entertaining). it got me thinking. i am not even going to attempt to
when brett and i first moved in together, i was hesitant. i was totally excited about it, but hesitant. i lived with my ex boyfriend before, on 2 occasions. the first time was nearly a disaster. for a plethora of reasons. some were unavoidable, like no A/C in june
i remember when we used to be inseparable. :lovestruck:
a few months ago (yes, MONTHS) my sunroof broke. i’m not sure how it broke, actually. i rarely close it while i’m driving. meaning i only close it when there is a total downpour–a little rain never hurt anyone. i don’t mind sprinkles. i also hate