Brian Alone

I'm lumping all my messages in one.

If you keep talking about your ex-boyfriend over and over again. No matter how much you keep saying you are, you're not over him.

I'll be in Cali next week. I know where Arden Fair is, but that's it. Otherwise, come pick me up.

Yes, I am excited about visiting you and I'm ready to be drunk every night.

You should just leave your boyfriend. You're moving away in March anyway. Have some fun. And when I say Brad, I really mean me. Margaritas this Friday?

No, you're crazy.

I'm really not getting anything for mom. She's impossible to shop for.

I'm glad I won't be back until the 2nd. Have fun without me, suckas.

Sorry I haven't written, but answer your phone when I call you.

Did you slap that ballerina in the ass yet?

Yes, having a party in a barn is weird. And no, I'm not going. Well, is there free booze? Then maybe. No promises.

Yeah, I probably will forget to call you on New Year's. And no, I'm not really bringing you any B-dubs sauce.

I know we don't know each other, but let's hang out sometime. Somewhere. Throw a dart at the map and let's meet there this summer. It'll be fun. Something different at least. Then you can write all about it in your blog and tell everyone how cool I am.

Yes, my door is locked and will be locked the whole time I'm gone.

I'll eat that cake you made if you bring some plastic utensils. That video was just a joke. I don't really eat cake like that all the time.

Tell me next time you're working. I need a Perfect. Have fun in Utah.

See ya at work.