You were intimidated by a 4’10” Filipino girl with a panda on her head. I’m still quite perplexed by that, chickadee.
Oh you’re quite the awesome girl. You’re going to be a famous painter and douche bag celebrities like Leonardo DiCaprio will buy your artwork like mad. It’s going to be fabulous. Then you can pay back Joe with that pony you never gave. HA, I kid.
He actually wants a pony though.
I guess I was a little intimidated by you too. Or perhaps it’s that natural feeling of being annoyed by people younger than you sometimes. I don’t really know. I remember colloquium and how you were so good at calligraphy. Not quite talking yet but that’s something.
I lose track of when I start talking to people.
You’re such a sweetie to me. You were right beside Pablo in Room for All. I adore the hugs you give me. I love when we just walk around with our arms linked … Just talking about how irritating AP Chemistry with Mr. D can be. Well, I guess we can’t do that anymore but it was good times.
We can now talk about how honours art classes are a pain in the arse and how colloquium can suck. Then we can run away to Chinatown with a dozen of your acquaintances for Dim Sum. You’ll be my buddy at Northside functions along with Pablo. It’ll be a good time. Don’t stop talking to me, chickadee.
Well, I guess that’s your choice. Try not to get tired of me? I LOVE YOUUUuuuuuu … You’re also très sexy. Rawr.