my dentist, whilst drilling into my tooth (number 4, to be exact) and lecturing me on the dangers of carbs between meals (they take the calcium out of your teeth! and how much pop ARE you drinking? you don't want to know, corky, you don't want to know....) told me a story of my mother in high school. how she had to write a story in english class
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wanna fight?
MISS YOU!
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No, let's not. I think you and Amber are my only friends capable of literally kicking my ass.
MISS YOU TOO!
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