Eugene Lobo, long time, I
remember you quite well
The nerdy boy with the vaguely
I think of your high water pants
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A while back (somewhere between the Artist and Superman), I met a guy who caught my fancy but I wasn’t particularly sure about. In case you don’t remember, he was a bartender at a restaurant I would frequent with one of my book club girls, and he has a record. 1,310 more words
Are guys really as bad as girls say they are? Or “good girls” is something boys just don't want to have around?
So, few days without saying anything.
Well, let’s just say that I’m going to some different state of minds, these days.
Or that I had to interrupt my leave in order to get back to work and, this didn’t cheer me up too much :P… 895 more words
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Waking up in Vegas was never meant to be like this.
Evelyn Thomas’s plans for celebrating her twenty-first birthday in Las Vegas were big. Huge. But she sure as hell never meant to wake up on the bathroom floor with a hangover to rival the black plague, a very attractive half-naked tattooed man, and a diamond on her finger large enough to scare King Kong.