Spike, calling me out on the fact that I’m very much to deprived and need to get laid (see Post #563 for further proof) is no fair because I’ve come to learn about how you are.
Wallowing in annoyance now, because you are definitely all talk, and no action.
And don’t think I’m not going to call you on that the next time you tell me about getting me naked.
Really, it’s put up or shut up time,
Snarky
Spike texted me this morning to tell me to have a good trip (going to San Francisco tomorrow with my cousin and her family. Traveling-Snark to come).
I’ve never actually had a guy do that for me before.
Grinning like and idiot, yes, but I also don’t really know what to do with this.
I admit, I’m probably going to take the text saying that we’ll hang out when I get back with a grain of salt until it actually happens.
It’s not exactly his fault that I don’t believe him, but for a guy who claims to think about me naked quite often, he’s certainly not making strides to making it actually happen.
Yet,
Snarky
“Girls do not dress for boys.
They dress for themselves, and, of course,
each other. If girls dressed for boys,
they’d just walk around naked.”
-Betsey Johnson
(A perfect representation of Quote 66)
“And then maybe, Matthew McConahghey will show up naked.” -Supe
Somewhat Snarky Letters 