Holy shit.
“Btw kinda random, but you’re pretty cool…I kinda dig you, like in the good way.”
Alanna sent me that text about 15 minutes after we said good night after texting all day.
I sent back:
“Well shoot, I dig you in a good way too. And you’re beyond cool! 
“
Then she sent back:
“Awesome-o haha! Then I’m glad I said something than =D \m/ metal hands!….well, peace buster brown =))”
This girl is like a 9.5 and I’m like a 6. I must really have a decent personality or I’m actually great looking and have low self-esteem…or something. Because I have no idea how I have a girl so far out of my league liking me!
That's Miss 9.5! Alanna!
Yeah...that's me. Mister 6.
See what I mean?
I’m so frikking happy! Holy shit! I went from being so tired I could pass out to feeling so giddy I couldn’t stop laughing! I love this!
But since my life is going so great now…I know something horrible will happen to me within the next few weeks. I’ll lose my job, or get pulled over when I have no license, or something. Maybe it’ll be worse than usual and I’ll get in a horrible car accident. It never fails, when my life gets to a point where I have no real complaints and I’m truly happy, something bad happens that ruins it all. Or often times, everything that was good suddenly takes a horribly sharp turn for the worse. Never…never fails. I’m worried of what might happen, but I can’t let that take away this happiness I’m feeling now!
-Gary
M. Delirium said,
August 4, 2008 at 11:44 pm
Were you that unidentified woman in the car with Morgan Freeman? Hmmmmm?
Jake said,
October 20, 2009 at 9:57 am
Okay listen.
I’m saying this really straight – She’s definitely no 9.5. She’s maybe…don’t know…a 7 or so.
And you buddy are definitely more than a 6, no homo-meaning here. Just being objective.