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I think nowadays creepy is being lumped into the word snooping. Taking a look at a public profile is creepy? I should then be creeped out if women are checking out my LinkedIn profile? My Facebook through mutual friends? Doesn't bother me. If it did, I would remove all of them..
Great picture! What's the deal with the tan legs and tummy, but a pale face with the one on the left?.
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too nice meaning......always asking if I need anything(like every 5 minutes). CAlling me 5 times a day to ask me how I am and emailing me at work asking how lunch was, how my day is going, etc....maybe obsessive is more the word..
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Doing well, Kind Sir...Doing well!.
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thanks for proving my point.
I hope you'll free yourself of this torment and allow yourself peace of mind, which appears may only be accomplished by ending your relationship..
"I went, but there weren't any cute guys there.".
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Scott did anything for me. He always wanted to chat on the phone for hours into the late night, he bought me little gifts always and always had surprises for me. I once drank waaay too much at his house and he sat with me for 2 hours in his bathroom as I vomited and cried. When I got mono, he dressed me in his band shirt and pj pants and tucked me into bed, brought me medicine and a wet icy rag for my forehead, and cuddled up next to me. When I had to stay at the hospital, he brought me flowers, a present, and a card and sat with me. He was the ultimate, perfect, lovely boyfriend that I worshipped, dreamed of, and lived for. It was Scott, all him, and nothing else in the world mattered anymore. Everything else fell away..