i'm mad too, because my lips are chapped and it's too windy. it was so windy today that the ocean was almost completely white. i wish you could have seen that. also, the wind blows my hair off of my forehead and then everyone knows that i have a big forehead. hey, you know what though? i think that you ARE an artist. i mean, it's not like you paint or play the xylophone, but whenever you write or speak, your words stick to me like tree sap. you're eloquent, and elegant, and i like that.
I think you're an artist too. I'm glad you're not feeling seasonal crappyness. I can't wait to see you soon so I can ask you some questions and listen to your response. Real questions though, not the kind that result in you yelling in my year and telling me to tell my friends to fuck themselves or something. But I do like those ones too.
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I'm glad you're not feeling seasonal crappyness.
I can't wait to see you soon so I can ask you some questions and listen to your response. Real questions though, not the kind that result in you yelling in my year and telling me to tell my friends to fuck themselves or something. But I do like those ones too.
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