Why do people feel the need to let you know everytime they have new pictures on myspace? Um... we don't care. We know what you look like.
If you coin your bulletin "New PIKZ!?!?!&Y^*($@^*()%^&" or something else equally lame... I will be forced to kill you.
Slowly... with a plastic utensil. Perhaps a spork.
I must write about these things to avoid actually delving into my personal life right now.
I want to watch Muppets Christmas Carol, who's in? Friday night at Rachels? I'll even buy the beer/mikes/smirnoff/whatever-that-stuff-is-that-Melissa-likes... It's more fun if you're tipsy... Just someone come keep me company.
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Man... Friday night sounds really fun... maybe I can stop by if you are still up after our Christmas party that we are going to :)
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