two days of a sing-a-long in every drive-thru, beer, ex-boyfriends, brass knuckles and a bar tab that neared 3 digits, introducing people i love to the slam i love, scary car rides and too few hugs. move here already, abandon the shithole of a hometown that makes everyone dumber. i love you.
we will take drunk pictures every day.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
136/365 you can't take that away from me
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