The Happy: Dr. Dang, Sweets and MJ
Took a vehicular stroll through Orem today to visit the charming Tallan DePriestmaster at work. We played tic-tac-toe, fawned over The Count of Monte Cristo, disagreed about the goodness of lobster ("It's an excuse to drink butter." To that, I say that anything that's achieved having some sort of tableware named after itself [ie. butter dish], I have no problem drinking), and talked of fantastic asian names. Tallan's co-researcher is named Dr. Dang. Let us bow down to the best named asian on the planet.
Oh and I got a brownie. Eating everything in sight before I return to the East and seal myself to P90x.
This is Friday. I am exhausted. One more week of college senior year round 1. I got my English test back. 20 of its 50 points were for the correct analysis of a song about smoking pot.
I go to BYU.
And this is my MJ face. It's stupid.
Just kidding I really do love you MJ. You're a king in my heart and beautiful person. Soul of song man.
I hope heaven is treating you well. Miss you.
Love, Happy Girl
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