Crash & Burn

Ashley: What is wrong for liking somebody based on personality?
Clayton: but i have zero personality unless the other person is really outgoing
Clayton: nothing
Clayton: but it sucks for me!
Clayton: actually
Clayton: it sucks for me either way
Clayton: damn it! im screwed
Ashley: Clayton, in case you are blind, I do like you. And for both, looks and personality. So I mean, losen up!
Clayton: my ranting doesnt really sound right now that i lok back on it
Ashley: What about your rant is not right?
Clayton: hehe, so you like the whole balding thing then
Ashley: haha, It doesn't bother me, if that is what you are asking.
Clayton: but i look like a dying cancer patient!!!
Ashley: You really do not.
Clayton: lol i know
Clayton: ugh
Ashley: Man, you sound almost more insecure than I am.
Clayton: i hate when i do this, just complain about stupid crap
Clayton: im sorry

...

And nothing returned. I guess that's my answer.

Comments

Phoex said…
Man. Good looking people never know it. On a scale from 1 to 10 you are a 9 and he is a 7. Which is way better than me, a 5. So you guys should both get over it :P
March 29, 2007 at 2:21 AM
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