a plague of locusts ate the crops of laura ingalls wilder's family, once. and then they flew down the chimney and through the windows and the little girls and ma stepped on them, and there were gooey, bloody locusts all over the floor.
as am i. but you understand, don't you ben? what i DON'T understand is why there's been a constant hall and oates medley in my head for the past 3 months. the last time i heard them was this summer as "sarah smile" played from a jukebox at the neigborhood bar. sometimes, they even play amidst my slumbers. i don't understand, but i certainly don't mind.
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yay for punk rock!
oi not jobs
xoxo eric
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:-(
thanks for rubbing it in YOU HEARTLESS BITCH!!!
xoxo eric
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what i DON'T understand is why there's been a constant hall and oates medley in my head for the past 3 months. the last time i heard them was this summer as "sarah smile" played from a jukebox at the neigborhood bar. sometimes, they even play amidst my slumbers.
i don't understand, but i certainly don't mind.
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