While being a girl is fun and all, sometimes I need a boy brain. No, not boy parts. Then skinny jeans wouldn't be as comfy. But just a guy's perspective. And that's where Prancer comes in. He's the sort of guy who I'll randomly text (and I did this today), "Hey. You're a boy, right? Can I borrow your brain?" And instead of getting all snippy, he'll say "What now??!?!?!?!?!?!" With a million exclamation points and question marks. Because he's used to me.
I was having boy drama today, so I was bouncing ideas off of him. And by bouncing, I mean I was slinging issues at him with a catapult. Metaphorically speaking. I seem to be big on the metaphors all of a sudden. Weird.
Lucky for me, he was chucking back suggestions. And providing insight into the male brain. (Gentlemen, there is a traitor in your midst. Hurt him and I'll neuter you with bobby pins and salt water.)
But seriously, guys, why on earth are you so annoying? You can be happy and friendly one day, and three days later you're tense and quiet.
And this guy in particular, the source of the drama, not Prancer, is the ONLY person I've ever met who I haven't been able to read. Yeah, I read people. Like books. Some are very graphic, and some are boring. But books. All of them.
Have I told you? I met a guy at my school EXACTLY like Prancer. It's kinda bizarre. Ridiculously bizarre, actually.
So, Prancer, you were of some use to me. Thanks, bud. Now go shower.
Heart, me.
AWWWWWW YOU WOVE ME!!!! HAHAH i did give you good advice didnt i! i know im just that good and im not a trader just in touch with my inner wtever you call it! lol and i did shower this afternoon it was beautius!
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