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I'm not going to be able to walk tomorrow...let alone, oh I don't know, rock climb :p. My feel kill, I smell like marijuana, and I can't feel my legs. And I wouldn't have it any other way (: So many interesting things happened. Like, Kirsty and I found the male versions of ourselves. "If you got me pancakes right now I'd give you my soul...and my shorts." "Wait, why are you wearing two pairs of pants?" "Because I didn't want to carry my shirt!" "Senses Fail puts on a good show...lost my shoe there." "How did you manage that?" "Crowd surfing on people's heads." "Gum?" -Oh happy dayy. Then there were the cellphone stories. "This is very warpedd" "Why, who are you watching now?" "Some he-she" "EWWW JEFFERRE STARR EWWWWWW" -Daddy's ignorance (: "Haha, no I enjoyed you running down my battery :)" -You're only saying that :p I'm going to feel this in the morning and probably blab on about it tomorrow too... In the meantime, I need to take in everything (: Nine hours. "3.141592654" :D |
