dear dad, no you are not Native American.
ah thanksgiving. when we sat down to dinner my dad said "we should thank the great spirit that surrounds us because we are so lucky." why dad why must you be so weird? nobody said anything. we just looked at our food and ate it. thats often the best way to respond to my dad.
i spent most of the night night after dinner talking to alex and steven. it was nice, alex and i talked but not about anything. maybe we will actually be able to be friends and i can stop beating myself up. i was talking to lizzie earlier and the whole mess and she said "just think of the little guy you got upstairs." how true, he really is just too cute, in like a fuzzy bunny way, not an attractive way. but thats fine. i mean comeon, i havent touched a door handle in weeks, and as much as i like to pretend that i dont, i swoon for chiverly.
and i cant spell it either.
i spent most of the night night after dinner talking to alex and steven. it was nice, alex and i talked but not about anything. maybe we will actually be able to be friends and i can stop beating myself up. i was talking to lizzie earlier and the whole mess and she said "just think of the little guy you got upstairs." how true, he really is just too cute, in like a fuzzy bunny way, not an attractive way. but thats fine. i mean comeon, i havent touched a door handle in weeks, and as much as i like to pretend that i dont, i swoon for chiverly.
and i cant spell it either.