What ever happened to all those boys who would grace misshapes every Saturday night?
Seriously, I would like to know, because come on we all loved them, and wished the guys we knew were just put together as them.
Actually, if you Google photos of Jackson Pollis, my blog comes up so many times. This is extremely embarrassing and makes me seem to be the creepy one. I would probably turn the brightest shade of red if I ever saw him again.
Today I realized it was Spring. The flowers on the trees are already starting to look like this: