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I am Edwin. I am Mexican Italian, or as I like to call; Mexalian. I'm serious. That's a word. Google that s**t. O .O
Anywho. I love few things in life and my friends know what and who they are.
1: My lover, E******. (I don't say her real name because this Journal is public. ;D) 2: My Family. (My bros, sisters, and Mom! ...What? I hate my dad.) 3: My friends. (It takes someone special to be my friend. I don't just be-friend people like its my job.) 4: Games. Yes; Jet Set Radio Future, Jet Grind Radio, and stuff. 5: Strawberry's. Eh, there's more but... Kinda lazy atm.
Now, I'm going to take a whole paragraph out of this to brag about my Wonderful, Amazing, Pretty, er- sorry, Girlfriend. Shes very nice. I love how she somehow, well, turns my day upside down. One day, I felt like I was dying inside, then she made me happy again. Just by giving me hugs. Shes just amazing. I love how she expresses her feelings. She has her perverted moments, but I love that about her. Shes just so... so... perfect.
Anyway, Im pretty sure your like, "Eww, you guys are gross!" by now. So, my good sir/ma'am. Shut the hell up. If you say that or think of something like that, youre obviously a retar- er I mean a person who never loved.
Since my girlfriend is making a Diary, I'm going to make a journal. :3 No, I don't expect her to read it. Neither with you. So dont troll. Entendido, troll? Es mejor.
Now, I have no idea what else to put here so, eat it up. ;o
Bright White Ink · Tue Mar 09, 2010 @ 09:35pm · 0 Comments |
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