i miss my baby. He’s off to Paris for a year. I was bawlin’ at the airport. The boy is like my left hip. Now I’m just waddling along without him. I miss ya, Jono. Don’t have too much fun out there without me. :[
i miss my baby. He’s off to Paris for a year. I was bawlin’ at the airport. The boy is like my left hip. Now I’m just waddling along without him. I miss ya, Jono. Don’t have too much fun out there without me. :[
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Aww, don’t be sad. I’ll be your best friend till he comes home!
you know i love you baby doll…!
if you make me cry any more, i swear i’ll end you so quickly. love you to pieces sweetie (just like your sign…), just no more sad things, ok? ok.
whoa there mr. been-in-paris-for-two-minutes-and-already-has-internet-access! you’re quick. okay, no more sad stuff. love you! please don’t make me make tina my best friend…
we’ll have to figure out something. lol
I wouldn’t want to be your best friend. You’d drag me to Margarita Rocks and deal with guys shaking their wangs in my face. Hah! Don’t cry, dry your eye…
I haven’t been to Margarita Rocks in WEEKS, just to let you know. Rico’s been MIA, and so have I. i’ll get you there eventually, joanna. >:)