Good morning.
I met your mom, nia... but I don't know if that's what you meant.
Anyway, thanks. Would've been nice.
And that's exactly why I'm afraid; if I told them, they wouldn't trust me. Understandably so.
I'm afraid my parents'll find out about Facebook because now there's a high school version, which means my brother knows about it.
ETA -- I'm going to try to take a picture of my non-existant hair later today. If it comes out, you guys can see it.
A work of art is an invitation to love.
Updated On: 12/30/05 at 11:51 AM