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Well... tonight didn't start out that great. I went over to my grandparents house, and apparently they still think I am 12 years old and still infatuated with horses and ponies, because they got me a sweat shirt with three horse heads on it. At first I was like omgzzz, what the hell are they thinking, but later I was like... hmmm, this is actually pretty sweet. Anyways, when I got home, Tracey picked me up, and with my horse head sweater, we set off into the night. We listened to Neutral Milk Hotel and Rilo Kiley (as always) and talked about hott babes. Tracey is all I need to have a fun night. She's like one of those party buckets where you get everything in one. Okay well, I hardly ever update, but thats enough for now. Elliot's sweet voice is going to sing me to sleep now. Hopefully I have a good dream about a hott babe that me and tracey were talking about. Night.
Oh yea...
Merry Christmas you filthy animals.
Oh yea...
Merry Christmas you filthy animals.