i just got back to tech (despite many efforts to keep me away) and i found a bag of dorritos in the microwave now i dont remember buying them but i also dont remember kate buying them hence forth....they are mine. and i will eat them until i die of dorrito poisoning. or until the bag runs out. either/or.
hey hey hey its my roomates birthday so i wrote a poem about a knome named harry. he said hey larry happy birthday to kate. you are great. lets mate. she said no hoe i love stefanie.
happy birthday kate, your present is this useless poem