twizzlers are the nectar of the gods.
(there. i did it. i wrote an entry without a single mention of "her", or how much i am mooning over her.)
oh wait.
alas.
what's a smitten girl to do? go back to devouring her twizzlers, apparently. that, and probably calling her to let her know i am thinking. of her. and twizzlers. (we like twizzlers a WHOLE lot)
just sayin'.
_sigh_
you've GOT to read this book. I've just started it and i can't wait to read more. this is my favorite line so far:
we were young. we were bored. and the old electroshock therapy machine was just under the stairs in a box next to the Hoover.