“Mister” Taylor Ross was supposed to visit me today; though I did get to see her at lunch, she andher mysterious twin sister never showed up at the reception. And lo, I was sad. Guess I’ll actuallyhave to email her back now.
Oh, and hi, Kim. Anybody else from Government Sponsored Procreation read thisthing? Drop me a brick.
I love it when people say outright that they “don’t care what other people think.” Of course theydo–they care so much that they have to resort to wearing enormous trench coats or a few dozenpiercings to get other people to pay attention to them. I want to put up pics of a few people whogo to school here as examples, or maybe myself in eighth grade.
In other random brain wanderings, I’ve felt particularly close to my dictionary lately. Yes, I amdeeply nerdish, but it’s also the only tangible thing I’ve ever won. Ah, the fifth grade spellingbee! (I regularly curse the sixth-grade one.)
Sometimes I wish that I was a coldbeer
I’d rest assured that you would hold me near
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