Thank you for being so hot, and for inspiring me to wear combat boots and my dad's old flannel shirts every day of my freshman year of high school.
Love,
Melissa
P.S. The tone-deaf singing-guitar kid was sitting outside of the post office across from the store yesterday, *trying* to play Nothingman. Quite unsuccessfully, I might add. He did, however, make me instantly pick up the phone and call my bff to let her know about this most strange and awful occurance.
LOL ditto!
Posted by: Felicia | June 22, 2007 at 10:31 AM