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I think everyone should look at my old LJ and laugh at me.
No, really.

Go ahead; go.  Go read.

(You'll notice that everyone seemed happier, then, too.)

Dear World (Lewiston/Auburn Kids):

........I am sick and tired of being ignored- I want kickball and I want it now.  Hardcore kickball, with dirt and grass and mud and muck and kicks in the face and the rough surface of the ball aligning with your jaw at full speed.  Yes.  That's what I want.
........Not these four-square games with mean eight year ( Read more... )

Last year...

Around this time of the month, I was driving in Nick Charneski's Buick.

It was prom. We went to Gretchen Edgecomb's house to give her a lollipop he promised. I saw Jeremy Hill walking into Mina Moore's house with a bag. Then we knocked on Gretchen Edgecomb's door until we knew no one was coming to open it.

He left the lollipop in her ( Read more... )

Sick Sickly.

My computer gobbles up everything.

+ iTunes.+ Camera cards.+ Saved files.+ Me.

Gluttonous bastard.

You want a first entry?
How about this for a first entry;

Some old bag keifed my phone.

THE END.