last nite i couldn't stop looking at how stupid/cute/beatles/10 yr. old boy i look in this picture and laughing until i couldn't breathe.
yah 'sup son.
fun times at lick's, waiting for 50 minutes for my dad, did a crossword puzzle in a HOMES magazine, hey i might win a decorative shelf oooooooooh.
french class nirvana assignment from grade 6 and i sang heart shaped box acappella (my brother wouldn't let me take his nirvana cassettes (COS HE WAS A DICK!) and i didn't have an opportunity to steal them and this was right before i bought any myself) to the class wearing a bunch of grungy clothes (how i dressed anyway really)
well it was better than your celine dion project, nerd.
my troll collection, i think i should have spent more time collecting friends, or better clothes back then. i said that to my dad last nite when i was setting them up for this picture and he just sighed, he said i got the obsessive desire to collect from him.
gibson party, britt got loaded, that's brad's sister renita.
more later, coffeeface.
oh yeah, cherry schnapps + heavy bass + leaning against the speaker when said heavy bass is blasting through your stomach = don't do it.