Sunday, April 5, 2009

You don't have to yell. It's not a train station. We're in a tiny car.



cute, utterly unrealistic little adventure through the fantasies of every teenager who is in the middle. with good taste.

deserves a shrug and a grin, at least.

i am kind of past the point of no return, currently, so i suppose it will be another, what, 20 or so hours before i collapse. so, i shall employ this time usually reserved for drool and/or drunken coma to commemorate some feelings/events. mostly for carol, because she is the only one who reads this ( hi!).

today i convinced (drunk) becca that sam's last name is kilbounty.

people have misunderstood me in the worst of ways lately because i can't formulate proper verbal expression of my thought. it has been years! and no cigar.

i got a b on a test. first one since high school, way to go jack.

we have a place to live! i might have already mentioned that.

my brother wants to go sky diving for his birthday, so that's the plan. if i die, you can have everything. give kyle the records and ashanti my soccer ball, though.

i have bangs again!

the roommates are acting strange, i feel stuck in the middle (no good).

i saw a mule today. it looked like a goat horse mutant.

OH, and a BROWN COW! i thought of you, waved.


i guess that's it.
mornin'

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