raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens

[rilington]

memento mori on the davis causeway with the windows down and the heat turned up all the way. dancing like crazy mad to volantin and experimental dental school, doing the cool jerk to 'hava nagila' (if it were on speed). waking up when the sun shone in my face and having soy chocolate icecream with crushed candy canes for breakfast

Comments

goodness me.

[anonymous]

if by "crushed" you mean "chewed to red, sugary drool."

about the crazy tag-team action you and whitney had going on in third grade when you wailed on kristie brinks' ass. i didn't realize how strangely funny it was until i was trying to explain it to baby brother. and then i thought to myself, "golly, only a true friend would take someone out with a plastic chair because they pushed me into the coat hooks on the way to recess." third grade battles and best friends are epic as fuck. TRU.

man, we need to hit my dad up for dance lessons. he's got supa' sweet moves.

xoxosarah

p.s.: you made a believer out of me. i was wary of your windows down, heater blasting ways but i've seen the light.

Re: goodness me.

[rilington]

how else was i supposed to crush the candy canes? i guess i could have used a mallet, but i don't know where you keep them. besides, the candy canes were already partially digested when i spit them onto the icecream.

best friends are HELLA epic. even if you have sworn off that word. it's still a good word.

your dad dances more in the morning than pretty much anyone ever. he had some funky moves yo.

good luck on finals.

[gin_andplatonic]

That sounds so fantastic.

[rilington]

miss you!

claremont is down by la. six to eight hours. farrr.

[gin_andplatonic]

It's alot closer than Baltimore is to where you live. We could each drive three hours. and meet halfway.

?!?!?!??!

[rilington]

we totally could!!

not too far, not too far indeed.