Man, the last dance was hella bomber that Graduation. Graduation was just a party. This shit was off da hook. Everybody was friends. And the DJs didn't suck. And then we went to tarttotart. And the luckypenny. Then home late. I have a performance tomorrow and i dont even know all my lines.
Birthday is on sunday. Not too shabby. Trying to find a present? Scrapbook will do.
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One word: Ninjas. More to come.
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