aisha!
lovers love, but we're not lovers.
what what what is diiis? D:
it's mah DP app with faith's karmen and of course, yours truly, my little graham. haha.
ahh, i love them already. plus i love working with faith :]]
and yes, i'm a little late on this because i was away (in philly, again :D) so i didn't upload it right away. mi papa brought the laptop along with us but he wouldn't really let me use it. i was so tempted to sneak on here when he told me to look up move times. lol.
oh and here's their little story of how they met (both sides of it, just for fun. and for lack of something else to say. and i don't feel like talking about philly right now. it was amazing, but no thanks. XD)
Graham's twisted douchebag/spy side:
Okay, so picture this: LA party at some fancy loft with a view, lots of girls, and lots of signature LA douchebags. I was laying low, being that I was on a job, when I notice prime jerk material hitting on her. She seemed peeved, and I was feeling generous so I figured I'd help her out. I come up behind her, real slick-like and slip my arm around her waist. I act like I'm her boyfriend and le-douchebag gets lost real quick. She turns to me and I'm expecting a thankyou and instead I get a: "Who the hell are you?" I try to recover with a swift line, "I can be whoever you want me to be, honey." She doesn't like that; a minute later I'm standing alone with a red hand print decorating my face.
Karmen's stubborn/pissed feminist side:
I was at my friend Lacey's party in LA and well.. to be honest I was bored and planning on leaving soon. Then this complete ass comes up to me and starts giving me lines like "That dress looks good on you, but it would look better on my bedroom floor". Seriously. Just as I'm about to tell him to go to hell this other guy walks up to me and puts his arm around my waist. I swear I would've broken his arm right then and there if it hadn't made that other jerk leave. So I turn to him like "who the hell are you?" and of course he's not gonna give a genuine, non-douchey answer and says "I can be whoever you want me to be, honey." HONEY? By this point I had had enough with these jerks so I slap that smug face of his and leave before any other guys can even approach me.
lovers love, but we're not lovers.
what what what is diiis? D:
it's mah DP app with faith's karmen and of course, yours truly, my little graham. haha.
ahh, i love them already. plus i love working with faith :]]
and yes, i'm a little late on this because i was away (in philly, again :D) so i didn't upload it right away. mi papa brought the laptop along with us but he wouldn't really let me use it. i was so tempted to sneak on here when he told me to look up move times. lol.
oh and here's their little story of how they met (both sides of it, just for fun. and for lack of something else to say. and i don't feel like talking about philly right now. it was amazing, but no thanks. XD)
Graham's twisted douchebag/spy side:
Okay, so picture this: LA party at some fancy loft with a view, lots of girls, and lots of signature LA douchebags. I was laying low, being that I was on a job, when I notice prime jerk material hitting on her. She seemed peeved, and I was feeling generous so I figured I'd help her out. I come up behind her, real slick-like and slip my arm around her waist. I act like I'm her boyfriend and le-douchebag gets lost real quick. She turns to me and I'm expecting a thankyou and instead I get a: "Who the hell are you?" I try to recover with a swift line, "I can be whoever you want me to be, honey." She doesn't like that; a minute later I'm standing alone with a red hand print decorating my face.
Karmen's stubborn/pissed feminist side:
I was at my friend Lacey's party in LA and well.. to be honest I was bored and planning on leaving soon. Then this complete ass comes up to me and starts giving me lines like "That dress looks good on you, but it would look better on my bedroom floor". Seriously. Just as I'm about to tell him to go to hell this other guy walks up to me and puts his arm around my waist. I swear I would've broken his arm right then and there if it hadn't made that other jerk leave. So I turn to him like "who the hell are you?" and of course he's not gonna give a genuine, non-douchey answer and says "I can be whoever you want me to be, honey." HONEY? By this point I had had enough with these jerks so I slap that smug face of his and leave before any other guys can even approach me.