| I'm not quite sure what I'm surrounded by in this picture. Lizz claims it's an abstract take on my abundance of hair. I think she just was trying to convey the point that I radiate beams of awesome. I also really wish my name was Tomo, because it would rhyme with Domo. |  |
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God damn Nikkie. She acts like she misses me and all that, but then look at her picture!! She drew me in fscking jail! What the crap? I bet she has secret ties to the mob or something and now I'm gonna get cut at the supermarket or sleep with the fishes. God damn. |
| This is the card from Austin. The past two times I saw him, he would go off on random rants with crazy facts out the Solar System. He also knows a lot of weird geography facts as well. I think he wrote this card on acid, because last time I checked, there was no "dungeon of color" at LINC. If anything the walls are kind of bland. This card still kicks ass though. |  |
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I've never met this kid, but he still drew a picture of me. Except I'm african american, and awesome looking. I want a hat like that, and I wish my name was as bitchin' as "Drake Oliver". Doesn't that sound all special intelligence agent -esque? |
| Keep it up? Keep what up? Oh jesus, I dropped it. |  |
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I'm not sure I like these reasons. Actually I'm positive I hate these reasons. Thank you for making me feel like my career is stagnant, Lizz. |
| And so, in all the small children, only this one managed to figure out Lizz and Caitlin's sinister plan. They don't really miss me at all. They were just using the kids at LINC to draw me away from my occupation, thus ruining my dreams in the cothing-cleansing industry, and ultimatly breaking me. I WILL NOT BARGIN WITH THESE TERRORISTS. ish. Damnit. 7/30/06-Adendum- This card is still my favorite. And I never did go back to LINC. Boy do I feel bad about that... |
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