4.16.2005

spoken like a true yearbook entry

last night was a bachelorette party for my oldest high school bud. I got to see all the old girls from the Burnie of Glen getting as wild as ever. (3 babies can do that to a lady of 28).

My release agreement has me binded against relaying any debaucherous detail. But I will yield one life lesson from it: when you play field hockey in high school, the girl who passes you an assist, will continue to do so if she stays a lifelong friend. Spiker gets the game ball.

k.i.t.
xoxo
b.f.f.
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yankees rule.

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