I love this song.

[rescuetoaster]

I can't find my dog. I mean, she's some where in the house, but I haven't seen her in a while. At the moment, I'm waiting for my hair to turn orangeyer. I really should call Gib.

If you read this, even if I don't speak to you often, you must post a memory of me. It can be anything you want, it can be good or bad, just so long as it happened

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[__girl_fixer]

My memory is also about gym last year. You out of nowhere called me Erinie (whoa sp) and then we got our mad basketball skills on as Heather beat people on the other team.

[openeyedsleeper]

one of my favorite memories of our fifth grade loser selves....
our games with your body pillow and hours of fun...
Me: marco
you hug pillow
me: joey
you: eww
you throw pillow

one of my not so favorite memories
our era of fighting.
i hated that little monkey thing you had that you would always bring to girlscouts. sorry about all that hatin that was going on of both you and your monkey. dumb people who get in and break up peoples friendships.

[rescuetoaster]

ah, the yin and the yang

[donttakemyname]

hmm...."hall way talk." And all the endless of hours of fun that jsut adds up.

[rescuetoaster]

we are rather witty