Monday, December 1, 2014

I gotta dance

Incense.  Music.  Dancing.  Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh dance while I chop the onions.

India.  Gotta go to India!

I made a worksheet about figuring out relationships because I'm a crazy person.

In other news, I also edited the previous entry.

Incidentally, each sentence here starts with the letter I.

Except this one.

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