two weeks exactly until i move. i am jack's mixed emotions.

i dont want to put a shirt on. how tedious.

kenny flew back to florida or maryland this morning... i called him around eleven and his phone was off. so i called zane...

Z: hellooooo hilary!
H: where's kenny.
Z: where's kenny? uhhh... he's on a plane.
H fuck. he flew out already?
Z: yeah, early ( Read more... )

i love my boys.

they never stop making fun of me. and i leave myself so open to it all the time, and i really should learn to expect it. i tell zane something at dennys, and the next thing i know kenny's yelling it back to me while we're street racing through the intersection at highlands and duthy hill. zane won, but only because i was in shock at ( Read more... )