More real live conversations

Author: OMG_DaGmAr_6481987

Date: March 3, 2004

I keep looking at girls' boobs...subconsciously.
And is that different from any other day?
It's driving me crazy. I was talking to Samantha, and I swear, I couldn't stop peeking at her raisins.
Raisins...almost an insult.
She noticed it, and sometimes I didn't even know I was staring. But she understood.
To be great is to be misunderstood. To not be great...