Oh my goodness.
Chicken butt.
If you guess how, you win a prize. Kristina, you can't play.
And, my throat hurts really really really bad. I have to go to school tomorrow, so I'll be rediculiously spirited.
I've had the weirdest dreams lately, with Nick, Greenday and ponies and brownies and moon-bouncer shoes.
I might like somebody I didn't think I would like...ever. Strange.