Friday night = Fiona's parteh = olives!

Saturday night = HORATIO'S ZOMBIE PARTY_of doom!

yey!

Do I mean anything to you at all? I mean, seriously, do you think that for once you might be able to give me even the slightest bit of credit for everything that I do (for you)? Do you think that maybe you might acknowledge the fact that I exist? Or am I just this 'thing' that exists only when you want it to and you go to when you need something ( Read more... )

me: hehe i feel like i don't have any teeth.

sharpie: NAH I KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE! it feels like caramel topping is being poured over my whole body.

sean: wowwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

i'm no where near as stinky as sarah.


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Once up a time, not so long ago, the children of the revolution looked up into the sky. And there, hovering amid a boulevard of stars, was a vision of the future as strange and dazzling as any dream. What they saw that night no one can ever say. But what they hear can still be heard today ( Read more... )