you are crazy.
that is why we are friends.
that, and all those sleepovers where you fell asleep at 9:00, all those early swim practices in high school when we weren't fatties, and all those shady dealings with ex-boytoys.
we are both bitchy, but you could also euphemize that by describing us as "honest."
just wanted to let you know, i think you're a crackhead and you consciously make several not-so-good decisions, but you are honest and work hard when it counts (sometimes).
okbye.
come over so we can eat sushi.
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1 comment:
whoa what are the odds i look at your blog today and it said dear kit. it's like the other day when my teacher started yelling at the top of his lungs and i wasn't paying attention. for a few seconds i almost peed my pants because i was SURE he was yelling at me. but he wasn't. phewy. threw me off. i sometimes wonder if i get crazier as i get older. but i think i was just born like this.
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