that one is yours.
mine was pink, but i wore it to much and it broke.
you left the blue one at seans and i found it by the trash.
it made me reallly sad and i couldnt just let it go.
i get to see you sooooo soon!
weeeee!
i know... it's been awhile since i've littered your journal with junk. i haven't forgotten about you. i just... don't have anything to say. not that i ever did, but... i mean... you know?
One of my favorite PDX memories is getting fucked up on robitussin then meeting a huge group of friends at Montage for mac & cheese and wine wine wine wine wine.
Please convey my warm regards to the spinning milk carton in Northeast.