(wolf whistle) Not you, Jacob!

Hey, Miranda, when did you start looking mature? I still look like a gawky glasses-wearing nerd-punk kid who wears his hat backwards and passes his free time doing nothing all alone. Shut up, Jacob; on second thought, you too, Fruit Snack (I wonder who that could be?). Anyway that pic scared me half to death. Sorry, Miranda, but it looks like you've gotten three, no four years older even though it's only been one; ha, ha, you're too old for me now (never stopped me, before, but...). ..... I'm fat monkey, ain't I? Wait, wait, never mind, scratch that, that wouldn't be me, that would be... whoever the heck Miranda loves now; my gosh, make up your mind, will ya? You're killing me here. But on a different note, I think I kinda understand how you feel, Miranda; at least how you felt when you had to move away. I remember you going through that trying-to-isolate-yourself-but-failing-because-you-had-enormous-good-looking-would-be-brothers-that-wouldn't-leave-you-alone phase, or whatever you want to call it. (yawn) I'm tired, very, very tired; also bored out of my mind. And, I don't think I'm going to be able to call you, Miranda, because I think my dad would kill me (phone bill; remember, I don't have a cell phone?: I'm Amish, remember? JKLMNOP, but... Okay, guys, I have to quit posting, because I just saw a huge spider on the floor of my living room, but when I moved a bit to see it, it disappeared, and now I'm seeing all sorts of things, and it's freaking me out, so... bye!

P.S. By the Miranda, don't think I didn't notice that bit in that one pic; so immodest, I swear! heh heh heh heh. Actually that was kinda of disturbing, that laugh, so nix that. But you and Erin look good; but I have to be biased and say that, "Miranda, you look a lot older and better (you even dress better; why'd you dress like crap when you were here, huh?!) JK, but you know, whatever; but as I was saying, "Than before. A lot better. Thank you for your time." Bye-bye!

P.P.S. I got the hang of this P.S. thing, finally.

P.P.P.S. Do you people know how much I edit my posts? My gosh, what would be a ten-minute process becomes an hour, my grammar's so bad; that and the speed of my thought process compared to how fast I type: 100 to 1.

P.P.P.P.S. The eyes, Miranda, are probably the most attractive thing about you. Just had to say that, take it as you will.