Thursday, December 11, 2008
fred flare
this journal reminded me of third grade when i got in trouble for drawing too much in my daily journal and not writing enough.
this perfume made me smile.
sneaky
when i was little i was never one to go poking around for hidden presents in closets or my parent's room. instead i tried peeking inside my mom's purse, looking for a receipt that might read "SUPER AMAZING UNICORN...... $100,000,000"
except for that one time my sister convinced me to check the garage for bikes.
there were three.
except for that one time my sister convinced me to check the garage for bikes.
there were three.
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