paxton.
paxton connell.
this revelation, the biggest thing to happen during my parent's visit, left me reeling with all sorts of hypothetical possibilities.
i was originally going to be a paxton.
gah dang! how much cooler, how much sexier would i have been if i was paxton?
i would probably be a freakin' secret agent by now.
i know for a fact that i would be getting the ladies.
who could resist paxton?
paxton has it all together.
paxton is so much cooler than ryan.
ryan is a loser who just sits in his room, and who follows attractive women around at wal-mart afraid to speak to them.
ryan has bad posture, bad hair, bad teeth, bad everything really.
(exept of course for a bad-ass attitude. the one thing he really needs.)
but not paxton. no. paxton would be fashionable. paxton would be a trendsetter, a jetsetter, a best seller.
too bad paxton never saw the light of day.
just another reason why everything that is wrong in my life is to the fault of my parents.
8:48 a.m. - 2004-06-17
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