we have style, charisma, we have pronounciation....

I think that I will write a story about a family who eats nothing but soyburgers. Oh, they cook it different ways. Barbequed or microwaved, in a box with a fox. It's like spam. Its all purpose.

In leiu of the Valentine's Day, I'd like to take a moment, and I think we should all wash our hands real quickly. I mean, unless you think germs are nice.

Even though it's Valentine's Day, I still had to scrub the little toilets at work. But they gave me seven pounds of those Necco hearts. Even though I only eat the white ones.
Even though it's Valentine's day, I'm not in love. But oh baby, I'm in love. The rain does something to your brain. Kelsea and Jordan and I took like, 99 red and white and pink balloons to Andy's house for fun, because we just had the balloons tied to our hands and we were gonna float away. Andy's brother didn't even blink 9 times when we just left the balloons in the stairwell and left. And then we ran through the ghetto, in the rain, and it was so fun. I was practically in love.

I have to book it somewhere.

Have a fantastic day.

This one time, I was like, trying to read your xanga, but I couldn't because the colors were blinding me. I'm sorry, that's just the way it was.

I'm rolling my eyes, because I just deleted a bunch of crap so you wouldn't have to read it: isn't that sweet of me? Oh...cute.

I used up all the words. I keep them all inside of me, in Mrs. Johnson's class. I keep them inside of me when Jordan isn't listening, and people interrupt. I keep the words inside when I walk down the halls with buddies who give me high fives. And I keep my words away from blue notebooks, when I feel like writing them down. They are still in my throat, and they won't come out, because they don't need to.