



How much of my high school years I feel should be left: one quarter.
How much of my high school years are left in real life: two years and one quarter.
And I already have all the fine arts credits required for graduation. And then some. More than double, actually. (Did you guess that I am slightly right brained?)
Just allow me to graduate this June, could you?
Nothing rhymes with the word "orange" and no one looks good in parachute pants.*
All my love,
Addy.
*see Avery's blog
1 comment:
also leggings aren't pants... and white platform flip flops always look trashy!
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