This little badboy was chosen as one of the winning designs for the Ohh Deer pillow fight comp! go check that mother out here!
I know I write about the same guy almost every time, but I can’t help that he’s almost always on my mind. Like Jesus Christ, dude, get in or get out.
I write about him because it’s the only I know how to get him out of my system. Soon, I’ll write about him so much, I’ll start to get sick of him.
Or at least that’s what I hope.
Why am I such an idiot? Why can’t I just go talk to him? It’s not that hard.
“Hey. ‘Sup?”
Like that’s so simple, so easy, and yet I can’t muster up the courage to say it to him. And I really wish we weren’t in the same class. If we met at a Starbucks or something, I could just go “hey is that drink good?”
