Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Adam: I will always love and protect you because you’re my genetic buddy, but now that you are not so little, i wont hesitate to slap you off the planet if you decide to get your ear pierced. im sorry but you can only look like more of a mega douche from here.
Grace: My class person and everything else, i love you for so many reasons and you are my reliable forever buddy. i dont know what a reliable forever buddy is. i just made it up. Just be happy i called you my reliable forever buddy and not my ‘someday boy’ because as im sure you’ll agree. that would be weird.
Whitney: It can only get better from here. youre one of the prettiest asian chicks i know and if you stopped to look behind you, youd see all the guys that are following you. One of them is Varun. and i think he is drooling. AHAHAHAHAHAHA
Ten days. revised. Let's see if i can do this shall we..
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now. Day Two: Nine things about yourself. Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart. Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot. Day Five: Six things you hate. Day Six: Five things you want to do before you die. Day Seven: Four turn offs. Day Eight: Three turn ons. Day Nine: Two things that make you smile. Day Ten: One confession.
‘We found a radio station with a sort of agony-aunt person. She is called Delilah and is supposed to be cheering people up when they phone in with their love trouble.
She wouldn’t have cheered me up, I can tell you that. Some poor lady phoned in about her second marriage.
She said, “Good evening, Delilah, I’m getting remarried, and my son from my first marriage is having a little trouble coming to terms with my wedding. In fact, he is refusing to come. How can I persuade him to enjoy my lovely day?” Delilah said “So what you are saying is that your son is DEVASTATED by your new marriage?” “Well, i wouldn’t say devastated, I would say-” Delilah hadn’t finished. “He is MORTIFIED that you have taken another man to YOUR BED who is not his father.” “Well, he hasn’t mentioned the bed, it was just that he-” “He CANNOT BELIEVE his own MOTHER would decieve him and LET HIM DOWN SOOOOO BADLY. He is in TORMENT!” After reducing the caller to practically suicide, Delilah then said, “But as you know, music soothes the troubled breast, and here’s a little tune for you to heal the wounds.” The tune was called, ‘Hell is for children’ by Pat Benatar.’