my dr. pepper is of the perfect consistency. it's got just a touch of carbonation so i can fully appreciate the syrup.
i just parked my car and stopped by christina's house in IV to say hello, per her request, but alas, no one answered the door and i felt like a dumbass calling her just to say, "hi, i'm outside your door." so i walked back.
scanning pictures now. check um out.
and also: i am messy. no: I am a slob. i am the antithesis of neat. organization and i simply do not get along. i will clean my room and within the hour, it is back to the horror-ridden state it was an hour before. i was going to end this paragraph with some amazingly eloquent conclusion, but it's just not happening.
go away, headache.