To my future self
Saturday, September 02, 2006
A.D.
I really hate Miss Duque from accounting class.
If ever I get a pet rat, I'd name it "Aida Duque". I'd tie it to a balloon, wait for it go a hundred feet in the air, and then shoot it down with a dart.
I'd then have a party on the spot where it met the ground.
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