TF!

Well, since you're t.f-ing, I'm going to post again. I hope you're well. I want to come over and peruse through your closet. Soon. Your home is empty. I watched you leave this morning. I sound like a creepy stalker. eek.

I wanted to line your sidewalk with palm branches on Sunday. But I thought that may be a bit sacreligious. You're not Jesus. I love you, but not like I love him. Sorry, girl.

Also, my old/new friend is great. You and I need to chat.

I'm NOT being productive right now. I'm punishing myself by forcing me to end the post. I can't blog until my homework is done.