Saturday, February 07, 2004

 

2/7/04

What's shaking, bacon?

I was looking at my old yearbooks. Especially the middle school ones.

Good times.

But who was this kid her masquerading around as Ryan Mose?

An hour in lockout goes by a lot faster than an hour in McNalley's.

I'd have to disagree with the argument we were given.

Knowledge can bring pain.

You can't lose if everyone wins.

Lesson #3...is to get to Lesson #4.

All I need is a hint to work upon.

By hint, I mean, if she juss told me, haha.

But really, a hint would work.

I'm too used to being demure. I'm too reserved, collected.

Suave. Smooth. Easy.

No, I'm not describing myself. I'm describing cream soda, you goober.

Heeey! Must be the mon-ay!

She seems to be really sick lately. Get better!

Despite us not really having it all together, the dance dealy was fun. I'd say it was a competition, but it really wasn't? It was more like an exhibition.

What's your duty, beauty?

I made that girl trip. It was cute.

Um...let's forget about that last sentence over there. Yeah.

'Tis all bueno.

Birds and Hallmark windows. Enough said.

I hate you, gravity. I'm in deep.

So far down to the point where you cannot hear me express it all.

Oops on me.

By the way, Ravi wants everyone to know that he holds the world record for 'the number of times he urinated within an hour time limit" with a whopping 12 times.

Now that's gangsta.

Docking out...
-Ryan : the original OG (redundant, but it works, suckaaa)

Ryan posted this at 9:40 PM.