winsconsin
children, me thinks that im going to wisconsin saturday. actually, me knows it very well. and i have to go settle some deal for some piece of land the parentals are buying bc basically im their secretary. hmm..... i have band tonight again. we're gonna be marching around the street in front of your drive gurbani from 6.30-7.30-- so you should take out your bunny and make him/her? watch. and your fish too. they need a breather from being inside too long. maybe that's why komal's fish "died". oh and maybe inform the girl christina who plays french horn. im sure she'll be intrigued by a random screaming band.
bambi is a freaking moron. i had to run after him twice yesterday-- in the middle of the day and in the middle of the night. long story short on the latter occurence, he fakes having to go bathroom, and so since i have developed some trust in him, i allow him to strut to the grass outside. after about 30 seconds of being normal, just when you think he's gonna be good and come back inside, that loser sprints down the neighbors' yards. it was 11.30 and i was walking around in some peoples' backyard (the ones who supposedly brought in a coffin 3/4 summers ago "oh komal...") looking for him. oof.
oh and, i still havent stolen that flashing sign thingy from your lawn komal. yesterday was opportune but i didnt risk it. i couldnt possible carry a dog in one arm and drag a huge, flashing block of wood in the other w/o mrs. mirro reporting me to some bogus summer counseling at south.
i really want to do something after band, like watch something funny (preferably tv) bc i havent laughed uncontrollably since last week. good day.
bambi is a freaking moron. i had to run after him twice yesterday-- in the middle of the day and in the middle of the night. long story short on the latter occurence, he fakes having to go bathroom, and so since i have developed some trust in him, i allow him to strut to the grass outside. after about 30 seconds of being normal, just when you think he's gonna be good and come back inside, that loser sprints down the neighbors' yards. it was 11.30 and i was walking around in some peoples' backyard (the ones who supposedly brought in a coffin 3/4 summers ago "oh komal...") looking for him. oof.
oh and, i still havent stolen that flashing sign thingy from your lawn komal. yesterday was opportune but i didnt risk it. i couldnt possible carry a dog in one arm and drag a huge, flashing block of wood in the other w/o mrs. mirro reporting me to some bogus summer counseling at south.
i really want to do something after band, like watch something funny (preferably tv) bc i havent laughed uncontrollably since last week. good day.