And through timeless words and priceless pictures / We'll fly like birds not of this earth / And tides they turn and hearts disfigure / But that's no concern when we're wounded together / And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts / But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it
Sunday, March 2
It sucks major balls being sick.
I'm supposed to work today.
I'm supposed to blog about Awesome 4some with photos.