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HappyBertdayBrittinaIsSingleAgainParty Oh. You mean you missed it. That’s too bad. Well here is what you missed….. First the first three losers that had to leave early, and me, went to eat like psychos at Fazolli’s and tried to eat a breadstick as seductively as possible…..yeah right!
Then we kicked all the boys out and had a GIRLS ONLY DANCE PARTY TABLE DANCING COMPETITION/Semi stripping event. And these are my pictures, Because it was my party so I was first.
And then my head got stuck in my shirt….. I kinda look like a turtle here……
And then…. I just freak danced and rocked out…………………………………….
And then things got a little crazy. Wow. I really don’t remember that one. But those are not my shorts.
Wow. Yeah, I’m speachless…..Dunno what happened there….Anyway, and then I did my world famous Pickle Juice Shots. Because I don’t drink alcohol and I am obviously not fun enough. These were Dell flavored and who knows how many dirty fingers touched this juice in order to get a pickle….. WEll. So sorry you missed it (if you did). Next party at Brittina’s is March 3rd, unless we throw another spur of the moment one like this, which is my Half-Bertday party (duh)!!!!
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“I guess in the end, you start to think about the beginning.”
-Mr. and Mrs. Smith
Well, there you were in the beginning. You were gorgeous, smart, funny, and had the most amazing spirit. I mean amazing! You lit up a room when you walked into it. You caught every ones’ attention. They were hanging on your every word and eating out of the palm of your hand…But, I’m sure you knew that. Well, I knew that I would never be good enough for you. You were way far, far, far out of my league and it would never work because of that very reason.
Well one day I gained courage, and I tested it out on you. I said hello and asked your name.
“Jeremy.”
Okay, that was easy enough. You asked my name.
“Brittina.”
Okay, getting more technical. And then it was two days later. We were at a church activity that we do every Monday night. You were in charge of one group. I was in that group. We went to your house, but I didn’t know how to get there. You called to make sure I made it okay. Wait, how did you get my number? You got it from Whom? Where? Anyway, I got the directions from you and followed them. Then after getting lost three or four times and made it only thirty minutes late. You were speaking to us with your incredible, amazing and attractive spirit. I couldn’t stop staring. (You are so great.)
When it was over. We played games and ate food. You made good desert. I am such a sucker for that. I ate a lot but not too much desert. And then we started talking. You asked me about everything. I answered every question correctly it seemed. We shared similar interests, we liked the same music, we ate the same food, and watched the same movies. We were pretty much near perfect. But near perfect is not the same as perfect.
(And that is it. I sadly don’t know if I can bring myself to complete this, or even further continue this sad tale….I just have no desire to relive any of it….I’m sorry.)