CRMagic07: you dont get it done, i've noticed this
I bought a cool pair of cowboy boots yesterday, and Raeven got to see them. I'm pretty sure that was the best $25 I've ever spent.
I love the fact that my phone can take pictures. If anyone wants picture messages, just let me know because I only send them to Bryanna and Andrew. I don't know who else can recieve them, or would like to for that matter. I sent Andrew a picture of a Richard Simmon's game just recently, which at least delighted me. So here's some pictures from my baby phone baby, whom I love.
my beer & my woman.
game night at raeven's house.
walking around in royalton.
bryanna, my sanity.
rachel & maureen, dinner date on sunday.
I'm sixteen years old today, and it's going to be a good birthday.
I don't like living at the apartment, or my house being empty, but I guess I just have to "adjust."
I'm going to quit vegan, because it's a waste. I'm sad that that's so.
I have a crush on an actually stupid boy (the one that took me to that cookout, which was totally lame and had nothing to cook but hamburgers and hot dogs, and there were no buns.) whom is rumored to be a not so great kisser, but he's such a wonderful boy. Oh well! I'll like another boy next week, I'm almost positive. Oh, the joys of having such little attachment. Oh wait, THERE AREN'T ANY. Gosh, I need to be a better citizen.
In conclusion, surprise visits are the best thing to ever happen to a person.
Oh, one more thing. I hate it when I stay up so late, or early, that I hear birds chirping outside. Now THAT pisses me off.
I love the fact that my phone can take pictures. If anyone wants picture messages, just let me know because I only send them to Bryanna and Andrew. I don't know who else can recieve them, or would like to for that matter. I sent Andrew a picture of a Richard Simmon's game just recently, which at least delighted me. So here's some pictures from my baby phone baby, whom I love.
my beer & my woman.
game night at raeven's house.
walking around in royalton.
bryanna, my sanity.
rachel & maureen, dinner date on sunday.
I'm sixteen years old today, and it's going to be a good birthday.
I don't like living at the apartment, or my house being empty, but I guess I just have to "adjust."
I'm going to quit vegan, because it's a waste. I'm sad that that's so.
I have a crush on an actually stupid boy (the one that took me to that cookout, which was totally lame and had nothing to cook but hamburgers and hot dogs, and there were no buns.) whom is rumored to be a not so great kisser, but he's such a wonderful boy. Oh well! I'll like another boy next week, I'm almost positive. Oh, the joys of having such little attachment. Oh wait, THERE AREN'T ANY. Gosh, I need to be a better citizen.
In conclusion, surprise visits are the best thing to ever happen to a person.
Oh, one more thing. I hate it when I stay up so late, or early, that I hear birds chirping outside. Now THAT pisses me off.