So my father is making me rake the lawn... This wouldn't be such a bad thing, except that it's really, really cold out. I've just come in to warm up, and I can't feel my fingers... brrrrr... So anyway, I hope to be seeing someone tonight, but we'll see how everything goes.
posted by Ross The Boss at
4:45 PM
This is a blog, a blog about a boy, a boy who loves stuff, stuff that has to do with love, love that is surrounding and abundant, love, love, love.
I am a boy. I live in a house, and when I get to California, I'm gonna get me a whole bunch of grapes of a bush or whatever, and I'm gonna squash 'em on my face and let the juice run offen my chin. And I'm gonna fill me up a whole washtub full of grapes, and I'm gonna set in 'em and scrooge around and let the juice run down my pants.
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