its weird...

my dad is rebuilding our deck. he spends hours a day outside tearing up the old deck, cutting new pieces, hammering, etc. and i am uncontrollably drawn to watching him do this. for some reason, when i see him out there, i have to go stand at some window (very creepily might i add) and watch. i think im going a little crazy.

and school=no

that is my equation. it doesnt have to make sense.

goodnight people.

oh and FYI, brooke is going to pie HELL.

mmmmmmm boy.

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