July 28th, 2005


outta here

In fifteen minutes, I will be on my way to Savannah with my mom and her best friend. For the next 48 hours, all I'm thinking about are crabcakes and fruity boozy drinks. Pray for my sanity. Text-message me if you like; I like that. Standard Kellinator disclaimer applies: Don't steal my stuff, I don't have anything you'd want anyway.
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