Just to make a point and say I'm alive, though barely I have this shit for you guys.
Ok so this is the incredibly, cheezy but true story of how I met my soul mate. First day back to school, and word had gotten round that there was a pair of new kids in my grade. I didn't really think anything of it. Well until I met one of the new kids. Lovino Vargas. He was in my third block class. Oh god I remember when I first saw him.
He walked into the classroom and I swaer everything slowed down, and he suddenly was wearing a tanktop and short shorts and in th back ground "Pour Some Sugar On Me" by Def Leppard was playing. He strutted into the room, and leaned over my desk, dropping his hips quite sexulally. All the blood rushed downwards as he danced slowly, and then a random chain came down and he pulled it, and water drenched him, and his white tanktop became translucent.
"I'm hot. Sticky sweet~" He said to me.
Ok, so maybe that isn't what happened. He just came in and sat down like a normal person. BUt that was a really great (And retro!) fantasy.
And I'm sure we can all asume that I had his number by the end of the week and by the end of the year we were practically engaged. Because that's just how I roll.
Por some sugar on meeee~ IN THE NAME OF LOVE.
Oh come on! Nothing? IT'S 80's MUSIC. WHO DOESN'T LOVE THE 80's?
Crack anyone? Sorry I'm feeling silly.