Jay. Jay, Jay, Jay, Jay, JAY.
You know, for someone who's moved in with his girlfriend, you're walking a might fine line.
When one lives with ones girlfriend, one should not be up all night partying with exes, just to stumble home at 6:00 a.m.
And Whitney has doubts about you anyways. She's said OVER and OVER and OVER again how your friends reflect the kind of person you are, how she believes in being honest.
The thing is, I was rooting for you. I just liked you, no rhyme or reason.
And then you start acting like an idiot.
I can't wait for the day she kicks you to the curb. Because it's coming...
It definitely is coming.
