Live Journal-The Renaissance
After a long absence, I have taken up the joys of online blogging yet again. The purpose for which at this point escapes me, but I do feel that should someone, (Likely you, as you are reading this now.) read this, they could receive something mildly or moderately fulfilling.
Everything I just said was complete bullshit.
Here is what is really happening. Senior year is nearly finished... And the world rejoiced.
I was reading recently in a magazine a method for removing a bra with only one hand. This baffles and inspires me. If someone would be so kind as to volunteer, I would be obliged to practice on you. (Mom already shut me down.)
Have you ever had the pleasure of a "Lava Cake"?
What could you have done with you day that you didn't?
Seriously though, Lava Cakes are good.
Man, this is a shitty weekend.
St. Patrick's Day Parade tomorrow.
Insecurity is the enemy folks.
You can't say Fuck on television.
Kelsey
Everything I just said was complete bullshit.
Here is what is really happening. Senior year is nearly finished... And the world rejoiced.
I was reading recently in a magazine a method for removing a bra with only one hand. This baffles and inspires me. If someone would be so kind as to volunteer, I would be obliged to practice on you. (Mom already shut me down.)
Have you ever had the pleasure of a "Lava Cake"?
What could you have done with you day that you didn't?
Seriously though, Lava Cakes are good.
Man, this is a shitty weekend.
St. Patrick's Day Parade tomorrow.
Insecurity is the enemy folks.
You can't say Fuck on television.
Kelsey