| weather | : | rainy | |
| outside | : | 8°C | |
| mood | : |  | okay |
Listen, my children, and you shall hear...
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-Five Ninety-Four;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.
— H.W. Longfellow
Oh, and I completely forgot: I printed out the Meriday Beth for </a></b></a>
on several pieces of paper and taped them together into a big poster. What's being passed around now is cut off, but I had everything from the top of her hair to the tip of her toes. He had it taped it up on his closet door for years.
He either got in trouble from his parents for having pr0n or someone made a comment about it suggesting that I might be offended. He was only too amused to say that _I_ had printed it and given it to him. =D =D
BTW, if anyone knows of the internet whereabouts of my hero, Rowan Crawford, I'd love to hear from you. =)
