Either way, it's probably a hot-mess.
Kathryn. Your last post is waaay too serious.
I tend to think in stream-of-consciousness.
Jonathan really likes Pangaea.
It's MORE than okay for a dating couple to hug.
Not according to Lydia.
I never wanted to cuss someone out in a blog, but drastic times calls for drastic measures. I have a friend. Let's call him Asian-One. He's a grotsky biotch. End of story.
Biscuits in the morning! Hashbrowns in a pan! Grits? Please make grits. Instant grits are foul.
ATM + Vegas slot machine = best idea ever.
That bird is absolutely not my doppelgangar. No gold-platinum cages for you. Is that in Newport? Is that opposed to a real house? Well, only if they didn't have a meningitis scare. DKE is nice though.
Smells like Eggos.
[Fin.]
Love you Kathryn.
Wait. You have to JUMP to conclusions.
Now, [Fin.] Take that, Nick.
Can I tickle your feet?
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I like you two. With the risk of sounding sacrilegious, this post reminded me of the Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock in a few ways.
Goodnight.
"Who gave that sloth fruit?"
i'm with emily...i can't help but enjoy you two! :o)
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