When I dream, I dream of your kiss.
When I dream, I dream of your fists, your fists, your fists.
Wow. That was an inappropriately dreary beginning to this blog. Its just such a gorgeous song.
Today Lynny and I went shopping for dorm/college stuff. I love lists.
1. Dry erase board for my door
2. Desk organizer set and
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