I Am Exhausted By Trying

I Like The Idea That I Can Talk To Any Teenage Girls. You Know, In A Language That Makes Sense To Them.

What In The Name Of Hitler's Panties And Matching Bra Set Was She Talking About?

And That's When It Fell Off In My Hand

Or If I Truly Gave Up I Could Be Like Wet Lindsay. When Robbie Dumped Her She Got All Pale And Even Wetter Than Normal. She Was Like An Anoraksick. (a Person Who Is Both Very Thin And Wears Tragic Anoraks.) I Just Made That Up As A Joke. Even Though I Am Very Upset I Can Still Think Of A Joke.

P.p.s. I Am Giving You Telepathic Hugs. P.p.p.s. But Not In A Telepathically Lezzie Way.