Lincoln Logs
Redredredredred. That's my room. Somehow I filled it with red things. I don't know how it happened, they just spoke to me their evil plan while I was none the wiser, and it worked. I'm positive they are responsible for all the loose vaginas that walk in downstairs. They say loose lips sink ships.
But verily much so, I tell you, Roxbury Crossing is much better than Tewksbury Junction. The potheads are friendly, the drunks aren't belligerent (however 10 Parker Hill Avenue has somehow become a Beer Pong, black-lighted, cocaine magnet). Establishing ourselves into this "community" is going to be interesting. Interesting in an "I don't really know how to say 'Why don't you come chill out at myhouse friday night, we're having some people over,'" kind of way. Interesting in a "I'm actually doing things in school that are relevant," way.
You read what you sow, and you beat what you blow, but screaming and creaming can start you dreaming about potbellied walruses with anchors shooting out of their assholes.
But verily much so, I tell you, Roxbury Crossing is much better than Tewksbury Junction. The potheads are friendly, the drunks aren't belligerent (however 10 Parker Hill Avenue has somehow become a Beer Pong, black-lighted, cocaine magnet). Establishing ourselves into this "community" is going to be interesting. Interesting in an "I don't really know how to say 'Why don't you come chill out at myhouse friday night, we're having some people over,'" kind of way. Interesting in a "I'm actually doing things in school that are relevant," way.
You read what you sow, and you beat what you blow, but screaming and creaming can start you dreaming about potbellied walruses with anchors shooting out of their assholes.