poetry can be so cruel:
the other night, when owen, javie, lori, and i so cleverly decided not to sleep, owen sat up for three hours writing poetry. most of it was pretty funny, some of it was really sad, all of it was some degree of terrible, but there was one, in which he so kindly stated that i needed a make-over.
this is where you all come in...i beseech you, the masses, to tell us honestly, who really needs the make-over.
first off, for thouse of you that have somehow managed to be friended to me and not realize that half my icons are me:
me.
owen.
me.
owen.
VOTE!
Poll tell us honestly now...
p.s. this is all in good fun, people. try not to be too mean.
this is where you all come in...i beseech you, the masses, to tell us honestly, who really needs the make-over.
first off, for thouse of you that have somehow managed to be friended to me and not realize that half my icons are me:
me.
owen.
me.
owen.
VOTE!
Poll tell us honestly now...
p.s. this is all in good fun, people. try not to be too mean.