a spring break to remember. there are a hundred million freckles that cover my eyes and lips and shoulders and arms and i think i'm cute when i'm kind of tan like this. a bird pooped on us through the sun roof and it's hard to pluralize last names like "taatjes," i bet you can't even spell it, much less enunciate it in to a speaker box at the effing racquet club. we hit the beach every day and i think i've never felt so comfortable as this with me and all these parts. guess what? i loved the exposure. we rocked out to the sb2004 mixes, compliments of my bff, all appropriately titled with our little inside jokes. and with words that came from you-know-who, i challenged seventy-five kids to live better and love more.
if i wrote amazing things, you would read them to the tune of elliott smith.
