I haven't really felt like posting for you unattentive losers in a while, so this is why I'm posting now, rather than every day.
Oh, this was a fun day. Corinne and I were ill-chilling on the upper field. I was Squanto and she was Pocahontas. I built the teepee while she went hunting, as pictured in this photograph. The lyrics are from a song by Say Anything.
According to the Nine Alps,
I'm not pretty enough.
I'm not skinny enough.
I'm not healthy enough.
I'm not lonely enough.
I'm not holy enough.
I'm daydreaming too much.
I'm not sleeping enough.
I must say, I agree.
2 comments:
Corinne looks rather barbaric..
she's always been a seething archfiend.
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