Saturday, June 4, 2011

Eventful evening no. 1.

And then I threw up in a hotel bathroom. (No, it was not alcohol induced.)
I also may've attempted to roll under a cracked open garage and jump on a foreign trampoline.

Bed and Jentley.
All my love,

P.S. I said I was skipping graduation because I didn't have the patience. I really skipped because I wasn't ready for goodbyes quite yet.

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