I love Clayton to pieces. He's so awesome. I would almost want to date him, but I think it would be awkward. I'm not sure. I just love him lots. I hope I stay friends with him. Here are some reasons why this boy is wonderful:


Ashley: I will just smack your ass next time...give you a nice clear message.
Ashley: Haha.
Clayton: lol
Clayton: you can if you want
Ashley: I have permission to tap that?
Clayton: ill just give you an awkward look
Ashley: Awkward?
Ashley: :(
Clayton: an awkward look
Clayton: a look one would give someone when they slap your ass
Ashley: Why awkward?
Clayton: at least i would
Ashley: Haha, when people slap my ass...well, the reaction varies.
Ashley: I lick my lips, I return-slap, I pounce them...
Clayton: lol
Clayton: sounds like a good time
Ashley: Hellz ya.
Clayton: i should remember to do this at the most unappropriate time possible

We've been talking about battling each other in Mario Kart for a long time now. He thinks he could kick my ass, but he is sorely mistaken. Here is a conversation relating to that:

Ashley: I'm so determined, I will rent it.
Clayton: rent mario kart 64?
Ashley: Yes.
Clayton: lol, i almost abreviated it to MK64
Clayton: but then realized thats the same thing as mortal kombat
Clayton: HAHAHAHAHA
Ashley: Eh, I would have understood ya.
Clayton: HAHA
Clayton: haha
Clayton: im such a nerd
Ashley: You are greatly amused by your nerdiness.
Ashley: :)
Clayton: lol
Clayton: yea
Clayton: that was supposed to be descending laughter
Ashley: It descended nicely.
Clayton: which would've let you see me realization of what a nerd i am


I love this nerd. Too bad living with him did not work out. That would have indeed been awesome. Oh well. I would blog about going out with Neeva and Andi, but it would take longer and I'm lazy. And tired.

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