Afterwards we watched a lovely movie called "Howl's moving castle" starring the ugly stoopid dog and sum fat chick whom i hated very much so. Taylor and i ranted the whole movie secretly enjoying it
Well yeah, that's all for tonight wouldn't want you guys to have nightmares.
P.S tomorrow we're sasquatch hunting (our bait will be young women so any volunteers?) Apparently war make up is required cuz you kno gotta look sexi for the hairy beast
Word of the day: Arachibutyrophobia- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth... This is for real, folks. I did not make that up.
Tootles! ♥








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they spoke of the patterns our intertwined limbs had created in their masses,
of the lines of gooseflesh our fingertips had left imprinted on each others soft skin. [link]
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He was my knight in shinning tinfoil...Until he suggested we ride off into the sunset-on he back of his muel. So I kicked his @$$-I mean muel.
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they spoke of the patterns our intertwined limbs had created in their masses,
of the lines of gooseflesh our fingertips had left imprinted on each others soft skin. [link]
I miss you and our art room adventures... which is sad. Anyway, I love you !
Here are your presents:
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they spoke of the patterns our intertwined limbs had created in their masses,
of the lines of gooseflesh our fingertips had left imprinted on each others soft skin. [link]
Ttyl <333
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He was my knight in shinning tinfoil...Until he suggested we ride off into the sunset-on he back of his muel. So I kicked his @$$-I mean muel.
I know! I hope you're in my art class this year. There's a chance that I'll get Mre. Lewis again too! When I went in to pick up my culminating she told me that she'll probably be teaching at least one grade 10 class. So yay!
I ♥ you!
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they spoke of the patterns our intertwined limbs had created in their masses,
of the lines of gooseflesh our fingertips had left imprinted on each others soft skin. [link]
--
He was my knight in shinning tinfoil...Until he suggested we ride off into the sunset-on he back of his muel. So I kicked his @$$-I mean muel.
--
they spoke of the patterns our intertwined limbs had created in their masses,
of the lines of gooseflesh our fingertips had left imprinted on each others soft skin. [link]
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"Why Does My Heart, Go On Beating.
Why Do These Eyes Of Mine Cry?
Don't They Know
It's The End Of The World?
It Ended When You Said 'Good Bye' "
//Skeeter Davis - The End Of The World//
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"Why Does My Heart, Go On Beating.
Why Do These Eyes Of Mine Cry?
Don't They Know
It's The End Of The World?
It Ended When You Said 'Good Bye' "
//Skeeter Davis - The End Of The World//
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