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Friday, August 24, 2007

At some points i really felt like
A Total Goofball..


from just screaming at the top of my lungs
with shepherd while ridin..
singin, this old man, he played one, he played nic nac on my spine...
talking to strangers when the lights were red..
disturbing bangladesh was fun


i'd like to do that sometime again soon~
if u want to, that is..



Those memories were sweet,
3:34 PM