if cars could burn whale blubber i would so buy you one kirsten. on my high interest credit card that is sucking away my soul like those cute little winterized pooh toys at the disney store. "mastercard gold bought the national soul" more of that woman speaking poetry which annie and the kirsten love so much. i really don't love hearing her either, except that that poem is just so roarrrr. ya know. kirsten and i are debating going to our culture of india class. we really should go. we're going. we really should. ok. it's settled. we might go.