&& there the kind of friends. that if my house was on fire. theyd be sitting making smores. and hitting on the fireman.

I know you find it hard to believe. that nothing is really fine with me. all i am is who i pretend to be. and i hope that is fine with you.

Me: So, your not talking...

Andy: My hands are busy elsewhere.

Me: Is that supposed to sound perverted?

Andy: Wow that came out wrong. I'm playing guitar. lol.

Me: Good, because I took it in a perverted way.

This was an IM btw