So...long talks with Laura and long nights up staring remind me of the old days ( Read more... )

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My ass is cold, I can barely feel my fingers, I'm muddy in at least three different places, and I need new socks and pants.

...erm.

Can you say best apple of my life?

P.S. I GET MY PHONE BACK TODAY WOO.

P.P.S. Charlotte, are we hanging out sometime soon?

( Ho-hum, my hair is shorter... )

So. Today is that day. THAT day. The day that I've been working toward and fighting against for months ( Read more... )

I'm sick.

I guess I'm supposed to put some pretty picture here or something.

And, typically, I'd be all about appearances.

But let's face it. I don't care about how this journal looks...at least, not right now.

So, friends only, punk.

There's a little list, and if you're not on it, then you don't get to read. So phooey on you.