Or just do it all over again.
We can make an exception.
Chicago thighs.
Bye forever, Kristina. Or do I say that too much?
*dance off*
Your my hero, Kristina.
I'm drunk again. Why does this keep happening?
Someone was talking earlier about how nice the people are over there, and I thought of you. Isn't that sweet?
If my flatmates find out I'm boned.
I like your sleeves.
