weblogging from the airport... what unspeakable horrors will i encounter as i sink ever deeper through these increasingly heinous levels of dork hell?
the kid across from me just asked who was going to sit next to him and his entire family looked at him like he was covered in disease. poor guy. he's got a sweet new skate setup though, so that should help him escape the family dysfunction i'm imagining and provide a focus for the impending chaos of jr. high life...
in closing, her scrimshaw brings all the boys to the yard.
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