and Cassandra Kaye. . .both of whom I love dearly.
I do wish there were a better picture of you than this mugshot circulating all over the internet. Although I do find it rather pretty. That angle. That hair flippage going on, yeah, most sexy, loverman.
In all seriousness, the only other picture I have is someone else's from last year's graduation. That's right all you memory-savvy individuals, the short hair, the sweaty face, that completely unecessary woolen vest, infectious grin. . .a lot of memories, that day, and I'm thinking of one in particular that I dare not share. . .
I spent the night and day with Casey and Kevin Smith films, (must get her something) and Stephanie. Shocker, yes, mother turned me loose in the ghetto's of Lewiston. (thank you. . .) I was out of the house for two days and it was wonderful.
All this goodness has to be halted with school tomorrow. . .
p.s. I love Woodstock footage. Three naked girls turn around and yeah!, they're men. The magic. The skinny-dipping. Oh, oh, oh.
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