"What will NY152 say today I wonder. I turn on my computer. I wait impatiently as it connects. I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You've got mail. I hear nothing. Not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beating of my own heart. I have mail. From you."
The so-called J-Affair is being reduced to this...
Totally love the socks
I bet no other Philippino has that kind of fashion sense
*hit him with papers* I am not a Philippino! Why are you always
thinking I am a Philippino?
Oh, yeah, I mean Indonesian
and this...
Question...
42
Ha ha...I need to draw it though. You have time?
For you, Babe, I have all the time in the world.
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