I am wearing trackpants.
Hurrah.
I am wearing trackpants.
Hurrah.
I wish that I knew Italian, if they had offered it in highschool, I so would have taken it (rather than toga-ing and jousting* for my latin class) making me even more cool than I currently am (is this possible?)
I could understand this Italian song that I found that I really like and sing to with false lyrics.
And my dreams are not false myths.
I have this white out called “cover-it” but it is smith’s brand. It is chunky and my house is messy and I have a stomach ache. Oh well, as is life.
I love “That’s So Raven” and “Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers” and Jenny Rom.
*I mean sitting in a box. We’ll worry about that one later…
I treat people respectfully, but am treated cautiously.
It is okay, I can draw comics. UtahDDR: V is picking up pace and could be done before I have to start classes again.
Standby to win!
Ooooooooooh! Wow!
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Writing without vowels is troublesome, let’s never do it ever.