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| This is Jason, or as everyone calls him, Skittles. I call him my sex angel. I adore Skittles. Everyone thinks we're dating, but we're not. We have a mutual unatraction to eachother. We're gonna get married when were 35 if we haven't been married yet, so we won't have to live alone for the rest of our lives. Skittles is wonderful company. He's a great listener and a great shoulder to cry on. This is the guy I shoulda fallen in love with, right here. Too bad I don't like him. We've been buddies since our freshmen year, but never really got to know eachother until Grease. You see, I was Frenchy and he was the guy who sang Beauty School dropout. We celebrated out 1 year annaversary, as we like to call it, on May 2nd, the opening night of Grease. Since everyone thinks we're dating, we thought we mine as well have an annaversary. We're working on a song. Skittles actual love life has bloomed as of late. He's finally (and I mean finally) got the girl of his dreams. Best of luck to him and Retta Ann! However, we don't talk as much as we used to. I miss my friend alot, alot... |
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