Go Bucks.
eeeeeeeeeeeeeee. travis skipped worked this morning and it was the most tender delicious morning in my life. he said he'd have to work extra hard this afternoon, but it would be okay because he felt really good. eeep! i am wearing his shirt. i could die. i could. it's been 67 degrees for two days now! it doesn't matter, truly, that they chopped down that big tree in our front lawn or that i spilled a bunch of beer on travis' iphone or that we got our asses BEAT last night. things feel very very nice. anyway, sash and i are going to easton now because i've got 75 bucks to vic's secret. p.s. ron paul for president.
"people can die during their presidency, it doesn't make them a bad president."
"people can die during their presidency, it doesn't make them a bad president."