Carson

[text:] Well, that's random, but yeah...maybe I'll ask her.

Guess I'll wear this to the Garden Party since I really have no idea what you wear to one of those parties.

[text:] You're playing matchmaker? I'm a little scared.

Carson's favorite place came as no surprise to anyone and he was lucky because no matter where he went, his favorite place was always there. A bed. He loved beds. He could do all his favorite things in bed. He could eat in bed, sleep in bed, watch tv in bed, have sex in bed...practically anything you could think of, you can do in bed. It was always comfortable, relaxing, and never disappointing and that's exactly why Carson called it his favorite place.

Well grey face...I'll have you know that I have more than one fuck buddy and that I'm happy for Amber. She is my friend and her happiness is important.

This is how my weekend was spent. Success? I think so.

Communications. No one was really surprised when Carson chose that as his major. All he did was communicate all the time, everyday of his life. He was good at it and he believed if you were good at something, you never did it for free. His dad wanted him to continue with the family business, but Carson wanted out of his father's shadow so he did what he wanted. He always played by his own rules. He was charming, witty, and above all good looking so he had no doubts in his mind that he would succeed in his major. If he put his mind to it, he could succeed in anything. But above all, he just wanted to prove to his parents that he could be just as successful as them by doing something that he loved instead of doing what they loved.