Nothing isn't nothing.
Nothing's something that's important to me.

I think my head is exploding. I want to find loud music and big stompy boots and a toque for my freezing cold brain. At this point, I think we have to pull out all the stops in terms of brain function. No measure is too extreme.

Hah.

Ohhh geez. I have nothing to say. I never have anything to say.

Tell your mom to marry us
A candle to carry us
With cans on our bicycle fenders
So sweet and hilarious
And we'll find us a home
Built of packaging foam
That will be there 'til after we die

It's Saturday and I might break something in half.

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Comments:

Is that you in the picture?

we seriously need to get together soon!! I miss you, and haven't seen you since.........MAY(!!!!!!!!)

Let's plan a big shin-dig. :D

# posted by  Kaylee : 1:46 p.m.

 

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