I loaned my iron to Second City, and they put water in it. Yes, this is what people normally do with irons, but I prefer to use a spray bottle, so I don't know how to work the water part of the iron. This is my explanation for why I walked home with an iron, awkwardly trying to shift it so that water didn't keep spilling out.
Finally, a letter that's overdue:
Dear Emalie,
Everyone's thinking it; I'm just saying it.
You're cool, but you're a slut.
That is all.
2 comments:
... "Cant a girl get some without makin a damn commitment nowadays I mean damn I thot boys were supposed to b easy!"
Is this the same?
Also, 100% with you on spray bottles.
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