We were getting ready to leave, because clearly shopping for jam at a gym-laundromat hybrid was not enough to hold our interest, when an announcement came over the loud speakers that they had caught someone on camera filling the owner's car with leaves, and there it was, clear as day, Mr. Jeffrey was the only culprit, so I told him, "Don't worry, I'll pay half the fine."
I was too paranoid to leave out the front door, though, as I was an accomplice in the crime, so I snuck out the back door. There, I found my good friend from high school, Kelly Bell, five months pregnant and getting into a car with her family.
I freaked out, because I haven't seen her in a billion years, and we hugged and exchanged phone numbers and all that jazz and I made her SWEAR she'd keep in touch this time. She had two little boys. Who knows why.
THE POINT IS OH MAN KELLY BELL WHERE ARE YOU I MISS YOU SO BAD. YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TO BE PREGNANT IF YOU DON'T WANT.
Today in my lj history!
2004:
I had another weird dream, this time about afghans! (The blankets, not the nationality.)
The initiation of my limehat cat icon!
2005:
A poll about life!
