Bryan and I went to the largest used bookstore in the western hemisphere yesterday.
We got lost and wasted 4 hours of our precious lives. Bryan kept telling me he was going to hit me, and I kept telling him he could.
Today my mom decided we should go shopping really quickly. Nine hours later, we got hungry. I got a cool sueter, sooo whatev.
I didn't straighten my hair, but it looks nice. My mom told me I better straighten it before we go see the Rolling Stones today. I guess it doesn't look nice.
Bryan.
Myself.
Bryan "Mexican Oscar" Rowe.
"This is a nice picture of you, Eral"
David having a pleasant dream.
Really Euro guys and 1/16th of my hair.
"Hey Eral, this is a nice picture of you. BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT IN IT." - Bryan being mean.
We don't look uneasy.