I don't love the new Facebook layout, but I love you. :-)

Come to the states soon! :)

Scissors.

Turn into a woman first.

Was: English at the latter half of my primary and secondary school career.

Is: Well, it's between maths and programming (any subject under that).

LOL Funny question.

I don't remember the last time I made any, to be honest.

I didn't try to break anything up. If that's what you think, you're far too conceited for your own good. From what I remember (and I remember it pretty well), I had told Juan the truth about what was said and done between us when he asked. I told him my views, made prominent implications, and handled my business as a bystander in the little situation you have going on over there. If you were so worried about someone like me breaking you two apart, perhaps you should stop looking at what I said and did, and start looking how your relationship with Juan is. Chances are that if you saw me as a threat (for anything I said), your relationship with Juan probably has a lot of holes you need to patch up.

Don't pester me any further. I blocked you on Facebook for a reason. If you want to be a true adult about it and talk to me like you aren't some character in an after-school special, you can e-mail me. Otherwise, I shouldn't see anything else about this from you on here.

Zank you, Janaa.

http://bit.ly/nAGWvK

Sudafed is probably the best over-the-counter drug for that. I hate to be a home-wrecker, but my love is the best nose-soother.

(Swag.)

Excuse the innuendo here, but: does 'Taz in a blanket' count as a wrap?

Seriously though: Any sandwich forged in the heat of a kitchen by my mother will do for me.

I said it once, and I'll say it again: Ignorance inspires me. I can't get over it. There's nothing more tantalizing about the acquisition of knowledge than knowing that others are blatantly ignoring pivotal information. :-P

Well, I couldn't get over how pretty you were. You're definitely one of the prettiest girls I ever met. I couldn't stop thinking about your perfect skin tone, your pink-painted nails (nicely done), the shape of your body (the thickness, the curves, etc...), your hair, your height, and the way your clothes fit you, and even the way the hair on your arms laid down -- you were gorgeous. Walking around with you made me feel cool because people were staring at us like we were a couple, and that meant that I had virtually bagged a chick of your caliber.

I was nervous and chewed a lot of gum. I felt like an idiot afterward for that!

And you have a big, round, soft-looking butt. The brown pants made me feel like your lower half was naked (sometimes) -- which I didn't mind.

Possibly the only thing I didn't like was that you were so jolly. You had the personality of a funny fat chick. I could deal with it, but I was nervous already and I thought you were thinking about how stupid I was the whole time. lol

Note to Taz: Cut back on the laughing while chillin' with Greg. Or at least, don't look at him while laughing so much... lol

(Oh shit! You asked me this 3 weeks ago, probably shortly after we chilled!)

Really? Naaaw!

My never-ending banks of chat logs, old e-mails, and pictures. I keep everything -- literally. When someone says something contrary to what they said initially, I prove their deviance. Usually, no one expects it, so I guess it's a secret weapon of mine. Very effective, for the record.

Greg the Pirate

She was.

Gregory Anthony Thompson III

Janaa... What can I say about you?

You're absolutely the epitome of the stereotypical woman. You're naggy and whiny, and your mouth is always wide open. It's not a bad thing, I guess.

You do like my muscles though, so it's all good.

Of course it does. If it can fall, that means that vibrations are possible, and since sound is just a set of vibrations, sound will come from the tree. What makes confidently considering this a valid answer, of course, is that sound is also subject to perception. I choose the more objective idea of sound, however, so I think I've answered the question.

Nope. Deactivated it. It's temporary. I just want to get away from the thought of this girl. I can't even sleep. I felt like being on Facebook would urge me to go HAM on some folks associated with her (unintentionally, of course).

You can always bother me on Google+: QuanSaiMail[at]gmail.com

Lol. <3

I figured you were looking for flattery.