| Devon Taylor aka. SHIT |
| There's a special bond that him and I have that is completely inexplicable. Him and I began our relationship as friends for about 3 year before turning it into sheer romance, that completely turned into shit. Although Devon may seem like a very simple character, he is one of the most complex people I have ever met. You can sum up his philosophy of life in one non-word: meh. He cares about almost nothing. When he cares, it takes a lot to get it out of him. He can be an insensitive asshole, and it's quite funny at times. Especially when he kicks a car and dents it just because. This ring here, is what Devon got me for Christmas. It's not very clear, but you get the general idea of it all. It has an emerald and 2 diamonds on it. I picked it out. Absolutely amazing. For any girl out there, you have to be jealous of what I got for Valentines Day. I told Devon that this is the only one that matters. After this one, he never has to do anything big again. He went all out on this one... he got an extremely large amount of brownie points of this one. So we go out for dinner, have a few drinks. We get back to his dorm and at my first glance I see a dozen sweetheart roses on his desk in a vase, chocolates and a card on his bed. I went to the bathroom, and when I came back the room was lit up with a bunch of rose-shaped candles. I didn't cry, however I was close to it. He also had ice wine brandy in the fridge. It was so completely romantic. I have never felt so loved in my entire life. The card has made my mother and my cousin, Darlene, get all teary-eyed. That's how good he is with words. Devon met Darlene over a year ago and he got the double thumbs up. Her test is the hardest test EVER to pass. She can tell from talking to a person for 2 seconds whether she thinks they're good enough for me or not. She still loves him, to this day and that means SO much to me. My parents have just gotten used to him being around. My mom talks to him, but my dad doesn't talk to anyone. Quelle suprise. On another note, this kid is absolutely precious. He hates my dog. He's the only one who doesn't like Runt. It's all a show though. I've seen him pet him. He loves the dog. |
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| Name: Devon.Spliff, Taylor, shit, asshole, jerk... Hobbies: soccer, wrestling, drinking beer, computers, making fun of people and overusing phrases such as "Yo, someone gimme the mic". Status: with some new girl now. He's never without a girl friend. Ever... Music: Old NIN, and such. and shitty rap crap. System of a Down, Disturbed. N.E.R.D... etc. Likes: Subs, poker, euchre, staying up at night, slurrpies, sleep, soccer, the Sopranos, Dave Chappelle, beer... you get the idea. Dislikes: Needles, puking, mornings, being cold, wet socks, wearing socks, nickelback, being bitten, clothes (anything that's not trackpants... good luck getting him to wear it), being called Dev by anyone that doesn't have authority, being told what to do, the list goes on... He hates a lot of shit. . Vehicles: R.I.P. Blue Whale Traits: He's opinionated, brilliant, lazy, and gay. School: He's going to the University of Guelph to study Political Science and Public Policy. He's an RA at Lennox Addington. I've only met a few guys/girls from his floor, but they all seem pretty sweet. |
| A pic of Devon and I on Feb. 28th, 2003 A picture of Devon when he was in Florida with his parents a few years back. Click here to see a picture of Devon professing his love to me over a year ago. |
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