Tuesday, July 18, 2006
It is my birthday. I have so much to tell you but that will have to wait til 5.
This is so not me. I was a clean baby who wasn't fat. Plus, I was born with dark hair and a beard. And, even as a baby, I had better fashion sense than this kid.
drunkenly scrawled by shane at
2:27 PM
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