sanity1n3

I hate the memories that you can feel in the pit of your stomach when you think about them. I don't know why I think about them anyway...


Fuck it.


You'll never guess what we did in freaking cooking class.........we played heads up seven up. Our teacher is this somewhat cranky old lady, Mrs. Huber. I like her. Anywho, we had nothing to do for the last 30 minutes of class so we were like....lets play a game. Well....we played heads up seven up. Oh yeah, it rocked. Too bad I royally suck at that game lol.


Yeah, that's about all I have to talk about.

Later sexies.