I miss my Mikey Poo. Work just isn't the same without him. It is eerily quiet. People are well behaved. It ain't right.
So, Text Boy called me on Friday. What is his deal? We go out, have fun, I don't hear from him for over a week, then he calls me twice last week. I am beginning to think he is socially retarded which is something I SO don't have time for. Sorry Text Boy-I'm over it. Moving on...
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