TTLH. i am not a fan. who knew you could have bald spots on your legs? cause honey, you can. so odd. one time there was a wife swap, where the husband liked his wife to be natural, so she couldn't shave or wear deodorant. evan told me. that nauseates me. sadies. do we have a plan? nope. i can't say we do. oh geez. i've never been a planner. i've only been a dreamer. AP english is like suicide. yet an enjoyable type. literature is great. except for king henry. i am not a fan. though, the song henry the eighth. is such a great song.
the moon boots keep my toes warmed.
i miss the sun.
i miss you. so much. i miss my barefeet. my bronzed skin. my bike riding. my forever peeling nose. i miss my sunglasses. i miss my bathing suit and tight skin. i miss sleeping outside. when you leave, my life has no meaning. i pull inside myself and spend my days curled next to the fire place. when you leave, i eat only applesauce and drink only cocoa. i hate the winter. it is five months of continual dread. please some, visit me again.
xo. miss mandi.
KPGR is so great. herman's hermits were so great. sweaters are so great.
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hen-e-ry the eighth i am, i am.
classic kpgr tune.
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