I love you! P.S. You reek like my hairy pits.
Hi. Extreme exhaustion. Sp? Who cares. Death. Dying. Sp? Who cares. Reeky pits. Want to shave head. Hate you. No flow. Still. 3:30 YW meeting. 5:00 YW volleyball. 7:00 YW. No nap. No snack. No life. Hate. Burn. Die. Eterenally. P.S. All brain power gone. My brain: (scrambled.)
Self-defense is fun! That guy is a hottie-patottie, but his arm hairs are messed up! Yucky! It looks like he shaved it off up to his wrists! Weird!
I just had an embarrassing experience! I had to sneeze and blocked it with my finger (you know), and so I didn't sneeze, but the impact of not sneezing made me fart!! Ahhh!!
Yesterday I went with B to buy tights (for theater class.) It was so funny, he felt so uncomfortable. I tried not to take him directly through the bras.
Dear Jessie- We are in a fight, in case you forgot. Much love, ("Ned").
Oh, F.Y.I the hall by Mrs. D's room smells like a litter box. I just thought you would like to know. You could probably run through it a couple of times. The back and forth motion at a certain speed could possibly cause the smell to adhere to you. It just might help.
RUDE.
A little background on this next one: my girlfriends and I entered a song and dance competition in high school and we opted to perform (with quite a lot of gusto) a Spice Girls number. What can I say? We killed it. Actually, I think we even WON the competition with that little ditty. Anyway, that's where the "Spice" thing came from.
Somehow it evolved into Seedy Spice and White Trash Spice. Beautiful, and so fitting.
Have some funny notes from high school? Drop a pic in the comments! WBS- Jess
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