I've been tempted alot latley. Are you testing me? If you are, I apoligize ahead of time for screwing up. Yesterday, I cussed once. Outloud, too. And the locker ate my thumb nail. I didn't cuss that t ime, though. My mind keeps wandering away from the things my teachers are trying to tell me about...It's all DeBruin's fault, too. ( I'm just joshin' ya, God, DeBruin is awsome.) Thank you for DeBruin, and little DeBruin, and Sarandon. Thank you for friends, true friends. (You know, the kind that knows when it's best to not say anything.) Oh yeah! I read in this book, (it was a really weird book) that I'm supposed to pray for my futer husband, so here it goes. Please install (sounds like a limited addition toy) with patience, he'll need it to live with me. And with ambition, so he wno't be a bum or a postal worker. Please make him have broad shoulders and stright teeth. Oh, and throw in musically inclined if at all possible. Well, this sounds way too much like a wish list. I don't think that this is what I'm supposed to be aiming for...
Oh well.
-amen-
Kinjruh-