My teeth are clean. Not that "I -just-brushed-and-flossed" type of clean. The "feels-like-someone-just-sandblasted-the-t
I'm not sure which disturbs me more, the fact that this guy exists at all, or the fact that apparently he liked a picture of mine.
Y'know, University Oaks Apartments, if the dorms weren't already filled up at UTSA, I would really not want to bother groveling like this. But they are. And I was there. I handed you my fucking lease agreement, some office guy took it to the back. I saw him do it. Therefore, you are lying when you say you do not have it. I am going to eat your souls if you don't at least confess to losing it.
I itch. *scratches arms*
Crap. Now I bleed. (strong hands + apparently rather weak skin = bluhd)