babble

so much to say...

Cami Kaos

09 Feb 2007 — 1 min read

drop off Kclean the housewant a dogclean the kitchenwrite a blogset the timercan i take a napcome on everybody lets save some daylightwhat's that soundi wanna watch tvtiki drink tonightmake pizzahave to get grocerieswhen do i pick up Khows my momwhere did my cats gothat's the bricki hope mike's okayi hope k is okayi haven't talked to my friend in agesshe's not really my friend anyway12 billion dollars on a forkliftoh we have broccolliniwhat else will i want on my pizzado i even want pizzai really just want a big saladand garlic breadi should drink more wateri'm out of cherry cokek has to do her valentinesshe has a crush on that boywhich tiki mug will i drink from12 billion dollars in cash is really heavyi can't believe it's 2007what was i like when i was 7what will k be like when she is 7her cousin is 7her friend is almost 7her friend's brother is turing 8i like that song pieces of 8no more beheadings mikethe house really needs to be cleanedhow long can this go onwhere's my iced teamaybe I will expand on some of those next week because really there is so much to say...

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