the boy emailed me with a little haiku.
i wrote the boy back and took about half and hour trying to come up with something sorta witty. im not really sure why im trying to be witty, since i dont EXACTLY remember what he looked like, and i am supposed to be on to girls now, but whatever. i think im bored with that whole side of my life at the moment. i dont know.
its time to jet outta here and boy do i wanna jet. home to relax. Simpsons comes on in an hour.