INTENSELY BURNING APATHY!

Sam does not play. Sam would rather shove her face into your torso.

(she didn't sign anything, so I won't show her face.)

crazy ton of things to do and crazy lack of motivation. Green Hornet marathon on SyFi instead? :) Now to e-mail my poems to my school's literary magazine... because of which, I'm often unsure of my actual literary talend and can be heard shouting, "Yeah. okay. AH! NO! okay. wait yeah. OKAY! yeah. NO!"

SNOW TOMMORROW. WOO! :D