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    Wednesday, May 10, 2006

    This is shamelessly taken from shaf's blog.

    girl: i'm always here for you
    boy: I know
    girl: what's wrong?
    boy: i like her so much
    girl: talk to her
    boy: i don't know. she won't ever like me
    girl: don't say that. you're amazing
    boy: i just want her to know how i feel
    girl: then tell her
    boy: she won't like me
    girl: how do you know that?
    boy: i can just tell
    girl: well just tell her
    boy: what should i say?
    girl: tell her how much you like her
    boy: i tell her that daily
    girl: what do you mean?
    boy: i'm always with her. i love her
    girl: i know how you feel. i have the same problem. but he'll never like me
    boy: wait. who do you like?
    girl: oh some boy
    boy: oh she won't like me either
    girl: she does
    boy: how do you know?
    girl: because, who wouldn't like you?
    boy: you
    girl: you're wrong. i love you
    boy: i love you too
    girl: so are you going to talk to her?
    boy: i just did

    Awwwww. It's awfully sweet, isn't it?

    hur hur.

    Shut up, I'm a sucker for such sweet and romantic things.

    But I'm really sore because these things don't happen to me. chetttt. So forget that I said I like sweet-nothings and romantic quotes/conversations.

    bleh.

    Kwinella @ 2:01 AM!