I have not speaketh with thou in a very long time, so I thought you'd like a letter. I have recently taken an interest in high fashion bald super models. I've also recently thought about shaving my head. Yes, it's sad that all this bald chick talk is directed towards you, but get over it. Anyways, if I decide not to shave my head, I will then give myself bangs. Bangs. HAH. The hurricane has come and gone. It was rather odd how the night before it was scheduled to hit, skies were clear (yet it was raining) and I could see the moon. Big and bright. And moony. I had a very strong urge to go outside with all the 90 mph gusts and dance relentlessly. My dad has finally gotten a regular job, and he's going to Philly every week or so. If you see him, tell him I said hi. Well, the power is on, which is cool, but I must end this letter as I can only use up 87% of my time on l'Internet writing to you. Avec beaucoup amour, Krystin PS. I don't know why I used the floppy disk. Tell me why I used the floppy disk. PPS. I hope no one else responds to this. I don't particularly enjoy it when someone other than the person being addressed responds.
What if her PM box was full. I 'm sorry I had to reply. I advise you first picture yourself with a bald head many, many times. Then think of all the possible rednecks and their ignorance towards baldwomanheadedness. Then shave it if you're still up to it. In other news, I wrote Mother Nature a letter and told her not to kill your house or Cre's.
I'm over-joyed that I recieved a letter. 87% is no small sacrifice. I thought most people here forgot about me. I can always count on you, Craven. Oooh, think carefully before joining the bald-chick cult during winter. It's not pleasant. It just isn't. But go with bangs. Let me tell you, sunflowa, there is nothing more rat-like and low-life than some cheap, straight cut bangs. Ever since I got my economy class ones, life has been dirtier and feminist-y-er. ... Yes. It seems ridiculous, but I forgot completely that there was a hurricane moving up the East Coast. It's all been very focused on what happened to the Gulf states. But hurricanes... shitemuffin. I bet that's a big change from Texas. I hate to tell you this, but I would have no idea what your father looks like. How's school treating you? Call me crazy, but you seem like the type to be able to move schools easily. "Well-adjusted" they might say. Does that term offend you? It would offend me if I were in your bunny slippers. As for me, my school is lacking in charming old people. It's serious rough going. Floppy disks still techincally "pwn". Technically. And if anyone guffs you for the lack of private message, you can tell them it wasn't your fault. It wasn't. My inbox was all full up. I hope you're doing as well as can be. I don't know yet how to say "I" in Latin, but I can mangle this together. Katie amora et dilectia Krystinum. Your foregein langauge is approximately twenty times more hardcore than my own. P.S. Computers are not as appealing as they once seemed to be. P.P.S. And yet here I am.
there are pretty bald women.... and scary bald women..... e-mail works too, and it's hard to fill an email box.... so do stamps.... stamps are cool.... like 38 cents each now though......
38 cents stamps are cheap man ... Wow And to answer your question I guess that the floppy disk had a mysterious attraction on you ..
I wish the hurricane would quit doing circles... I haven't seen anything this odd since hurricane floyd hit here, made a loop in the atlantic, then came back.
Now that sounds like a plan. I have found that my mohawk is growing, and I sing better when I'm mad. It's fantastic. Feel better, Mr. Kirkface.
I need to go on a spiritual quest for a couple of years... but now its sleep time. talk to you all later, im sure!
im goin to sleep too with my stuffed Patrick that my b/f won for me from spongebob! hehe hes jealous peace n love
