amber's surprise party was tons-o-fun. from the karaoke to the foreign accents, it was a stupendous evening.
last night i got lost. thanks, puffle. i can't remember the last time i walked into the wrong house or laughed so hard.
today is blah. it looks like it's going to rain, so i guess i won't be getting a tan before senior pictures, round two.
vbs starts tomorrow. woot for planting on the farm.
time to get started on that pile of summer reading.
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When I was picking up people from Amber's house to go to the beach, I didn't remember which house was hers, so I found kelly's car, parked near it and called them on the phone. "I'm outside, c'mon!" Saved myself from going to the wrong house. hehe.
-The Shrew
puffle? what is that? it sounds like toilet paper. my heart has broken.
ps: getting lost wasnt half as scary as walking into a house with a boy with a gun remember?
pps: u know u loved walking in the cultisac(hth do u spell that?!?!) lmao.
au revior la puff
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