“That was… I’m sweaty.”
Today is Thursday. That means nothing to you. But to me, it means I woke up smiling
“If they bring you pizza, they’ve got potential. If they let you have the last slice, they’re a keeper.”
Unless you were a total loner you had at least one friend who’d sing your praises within earshot of your crush
Drop off cupcakes. Write a rap song. Go for that limerick. Show up to dinner with flowers.
Even after I realized Axl had morphed into a fat, bloated, housewife in leather pants, I was drawn to men who were outwardly showing all the signs of being badasses; long hair, drinking whiskey, speaking like “Spicoli” and having unconventional jobs like DJs, roadies, or tattoo artists.