This site could be just a launch for my raging ego. Or, it could be an alien transmitter. Think about it.

We went a mile in the wrong direction once -- we were walking to a small town and walked further away from it then closer. Finally a nice man drove us halfway back. Sigh. All we wanted was ice cream.

She dislikes possums immensely. But really, who doesn't?

I'm sure she's thisclose to murdering me everytime I tap her back in math class and ask for answers/help/what day it is.

Gengengen.. what can I say about her? She still has a package of chocolates left over from my birthday. And now that I've amazed you with my literary prowess, keep reading!

He just got a job at Superstore. Woo!! Produce!!!!