January 2010
Forreal though. Dessert time. I’ll meet you down there.
I’m thinking about doing a 365. I tried before. It was difficult. But I’d like to attempt it again.
briannana:
True. Can we hold hands?
I don’t have hands.
Will do. We should probably go downstairs and eat desert. Awkwardly of course. Then we can talk if you still want to. But desert is essential first.
Well I just took a shit. But yea. I guess. I just didn’t want to have to see you get all emotional.
December 2009
briannana:
Lewwww-zerrr
Lol-zer.
Hey. I miss you. Some times. Most of the time. And I like you too.
briannana:
Buttons Buttons Buttons.
Buttons Buttons Buttons. Duh.
briannana:
I’m going to write in my notebook more.
I’m going to buttons in my buttons more.
Help me save the tangible.
Turbulent.
As soon as I held the baby (Annabell, my new cousin) I started crying. Fuck.
Most-likely my last stop-mo with this camera. Buttttt that means better quality for any in the future. Plus I needed to have more fun while cleaning my room.
Bold. Itallic. Normal. = Briannana = Weak.