It's seven nineteen.

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So. Its now two thirty. three. Euh.
BOnjour!
Je m'appelle Olivia!
J'ai quinze ans.
Je suis plus cool.
Il fait froid dans Karen's basement.
Le Brrrr.
Quand il fait froid, on met un anorak.
J'ai un chat. Il s'appelle Alan. Il est tres stupide et amusant.
J'adore mon chat.

FIN.

ONce upon a time, it was 2:05. um, ummmmmmmmmmm

*awkward spinny dance finger twirl thrusting arm pumping

So, so so soooooooo


Something ate my nose. And i was like, Hey! Dont do that!

but then it fell off and the Ader came over and justl ike. laughed at me. And the he started dancing really well, and his pointy shoes were looking really shiny.

But, nobody even cared!

WOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW

Well. Its been years. FOREVER. Really. We're sorry. But not really.

Its one in the morning. One thirty six, actually. We're in Karen's basement. Its wonderful. We are annoyingly happy and giggly. Tessa is delirious. Most of the time.
YOU MARK MY WORDS!
So. Nothing exciting has happened really since we last wrote twenty seven and half years ago. I fell in love with a boy in a sweater. Neha fell in love with Asians. And some other foreign. Cos they gots that in Boston.






Keith Murray did that to his hair. It's not good. I'm choosing denial. It NEVER HAPPENED. DOCTORED PHOTO. (except it actually did happen. in real life. yeah. )

Neha and Tessa are talking about being on drugs and not sleeping and stuff. I don't even know.

soooo

It's been about 29 years since we've updated this. So, my deepest apologies to all of you who have been on the edge of your seats, thirsting for knowledge of what's been going on in our lives. But, more importantly:

BUY ME THIS!!%^&#?!@!