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i think it's called american style.
we're friends high five.

that's all really.
except lots of love from asia. <33

erin doyle: the trunk opened right up when i got home. (though it was covered in speckles of cd carnage) therin lies the ice scraper.
ima crochet. ima read. ima sleep. ima wake up and love children. that is all.

sometimes mr. guitar makes strange noises from the corner.
like he's saying "play me play me!"
but i am le tired.

but really i'm just stalling about filling out my visa application.
i had a dream about being in overwhelming asia last night.
and the night before, a dream that i packed all wrong.
remember tennis shoes!

yup. that's about it lovies.

today i saw an alaska lisence plate.
it almost topped that time
that i heard a kid on a bike say excuse me to a squirrel.
almost.

oooh costa. hostel was amazing. slept in hammocks. lots of bug bites. i heart humbolt kids. i don´t heart constant throwing up, or diarrhea, however you spell that. i´m excited michelle is coming. that is all.

it´s funny how we pull at the corners of our american culture as we´re folded up in costa rica. some drinks, a bus ride, and celine dion. perfection. costa rica is working out swimmingly. i loves it much. i miss your faces though. six more weeks. email detailing my adventures promised soon. just wanted to say hello i´m alive!

preceding the most life changing experience i have ever embarked on, the laziest summer of my life. i'm unproductive and bored and fatty fat fat {don't agree, you'll owe me a cow ride} i'm a hungry hampster for human interaction but not really seeking it out all too well. spending these last days before i go gobbling all this crapfood i'll surely ( Read more... )

thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday and went out with me and what not. love you bitches ( Read more... )

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