3:54 p.m. - 2005-02-02
hip hop dance
last night, i had all sorts of dreams. in one of them, i ran into chelsea and emily at a bar (they were cloistered in the back, above it all) and tried to explain all the dreams i had. "i got an assload of sleep last night, like an extra hour after the alarm." "one hour? you call that an assload" emily asked. "that's some fake anus."
yeah i don't know either. but it was very believable.
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