dear fleur.i just think you should know that i like having laugh attacks at midnight. it feels so good. and calvin klein is so inappropriate.
(i was skyping sam.)
i don't know what i'm going to do today. franny is always gone. and dante and i are left. yesterday we made stop motion pictures with RISK men and bombs and then we did pancakes. i kind of want to sew today. i don't know if dante will play with flora with me though.
i think i will make a dress. or a skirt. or maybe just banana bread. oh wait. we have no flour. but i have flowers. i could make necklaces. oh wait. i have no necklaces.
this stinks.
oh wait. i just realized we don't even have elastic. i can't make a dress. dang it.
(i am chatting with kirsten bean. only the best girl who ever lives.)
yesterday i wrote andrew jenks while my pink christmas lights were on. but i had to keep his letter. i still can't find his address.
today i'll write robert pattinson. i actually found his address. but chances that he writes me back?
zero.
this post is a complete mess. i need to get a hold of myself. and go write or something.
that's right.
i have to go write rob.
and probably get out of my pajamas. oh dear. i can't even say pajamas anymore. i crack up every time.
this is so bad.
love bella.
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