What I did for love
It's a good thing the Pariah is totally my hero-otherwise I would never be able to wear my sunglasses in public. Let's just say I get a lot of funny looks. Whenever someone gives me a look that says, "Girl with the pariah glasses, you are INSANE", I just laugh to myself and think, "Oh boy, if you only knew. If you could just understand how awesome these glasses are". It's going to take a lot of willpower to wear them in Disneyland while I do the "natalie run" by myself.
Come to think of it, it's going to be really sad going back to Disneyland without you all! Who will I do the L.A. dance with? Who am I going to scream with on Indiana Jones? I'm going to have fun with my family, but I'll really miss you guys. Oh well, at least I won't have to put up with that bus driver.
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friendship,
pariah
4 comments:
Well, we'll be thinking about you. Maybe. haha just kidding. We'll be doing pariish things here, and that will make you feel better. Somehow.
Is there really a point to screaming on Indiana Jones unless Micheal "Scott (Not)" Bonsteel tells you that he expects you not to.
Um, good point Mark.
I'm full of them.
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