I was driving to Becca's last night and my tire shredded on the way. By the time I pulled into a gas station for air, there was no tire left. Just the rim and a lot of tire bits. Heh.
But Boy has been in my life the last two nights. That's good...

Becca, Jake, Glenn and I wrote an AMAZING poem last night, lawlz:
Wooden table,
Flowers in your hair.
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