THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
COLD STONE AWAY!
We found a bird, named it Conrad, put it in the car, drove it to Whittier, left it on a table, covered it with a blanket, put it back in the car, and found out it was dead when we got home.
It's been a rude girl kind of week.
Oh, god, that's so SKA! *hee hee* *long story* *go back about 300 entries and you might find it...*