Ame

So...I have a boyfriend. Isn't that interesting. His name is Robbie Brice. At least his last name isn't Rice...right? He's pretty much the best boyfriend anyone could ever have. We get in our fights. Don't get me wrong...k...we get in a lot of fights. But normally they end well...and when they don't we manage to salvage what little bit of our relationship we have left and build it into a stronger and better one. Let's just hope we can keep that up, shall we. He's from England...but he doesn't carry the accent anymore. Unless he's talking to his parents. Damn...wish he'd talk like that for me lol. Ah well. He's tall. Perhaps freakishly tall for his age. And he deff doesn't look his age. He's usually more mature as well. I'm not sure if what I am saying is entirely nice or not. But that's what I was supposed to be writing about. Ok...nice things. *searches brain* He's normally a really sweet guy. He cooks for me and does a lot of things for me. And he can be extremely cute at times. Especially when he's sleeping...if we hadn't just got into a fight that is. Whenever he does something wrong he's always really apologetic. So I can't really complain, can I? I'm happy. That's all that matters, right! Yeah. So...like my myspace!? I do. Go ahead. Comment on all my weird and scary shit. Let me know how you feel. Good or bad. I can take it."