homecoming pictures (eight years late).
I almost pricked him 92 times. and my face looks weird and big.
Emilie Faith Green is the absulote coolest kid that ever was, or that ever will be. She is a bad ass and writes "FAG" in the dirt on my mom's car and tries to wake me up in the morning and gets dissapointed when I don't go to her games or meets and sits in the middle of the backseat of the white cavi when I drive her places to she can reach her hand up to hold mine and she sings Postal Service to me. My house has been taken over by orphaned cats and Emilie dubbed these two foster kittens Angel and Blackie. I called them Oreo and Nig. (:
Darren Simpson, son of Marge (I swear on my life) is one crazy, Jeff Gordon loving dude. Mama Kel has color coordinated her ensembles to my dress for every formal dance I've attended. excluding prom cause it was a weird blue. She is a damn good mother who has raised two smart beautiful daughters, if I don't say so myself. (:
Mmm, suck eet een. (:
I still have like nine more cameras from the dance to get developed and hopefully my beautiful wonderful gorgeous morning model of a dear friend kay mee la sha la pee can assist me with those once more.
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