Thursday, April 9, 2009

scritch, scratch, swoop.

maybe i don't do this enough:but i can't help it. if there is a problem shouldn't we talk about it? otherwise i just keep it all in my head, feel sad and nothing is accomplished. i just never feel better until i get things off my chest (which i might add, was flopping around in a low-cut, low-class shirt last night when we all went dancing). He was such a good sport and even danced with us. merci beaucoup, laroo.

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