tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900036016032691438.post6384581966097469173..comments2010-02-10T06:19:02.938-05:00Krumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04575103613556987121noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900036016032691438.post-66768428976926761682010-02-10T06:19:02.938-05:002010-02-10T06:19:02.938-05:00I suffered from a similar experience. Atleast you didn't fly home from your school, do a fun dinner (at lets say...Philipe), get a hotel where the bed was covered with roses and have champagne waiting inside only to have her text another dude right in front of you at dinner. Fuck "fun" dinners ie chows, philipe, anything with the word "Buddah" in it and that place we went to for your birthday and sold ringtones to fershmen. Loved the post, keep em coming.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900036016032691438.post-29660158178045566892010-02-09T15:12:38.217-05:002010-02-09T15:12:38.217-05:00didn't realize you were such a saints fan...fuckin homoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com