Have you ever wanted to do something stupid and spontaneous? Like marry someone you just met? Or something less dangerous like skydiving or bungee jumping? I suppose it's a good thing about Slate and I-I can't do the former. But I would. It's not like I exactly have a life, and what I do have I'd give up for that, for love, for marriage. I'd go anywhere-hell, I've lived all over, and it doesn't matter to me where I end up living. I could have been the perfect woman; I still could be. There's just a missing piece, and I like to believe that it could possibly be a man.
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