so i found this thing... some inside jokes we wrote down, from my trip to hawaii. no one will understand except Erin Hall and Jessica Hooper... and maybe some other person who was on the trip. but i thought it was funny. i'm pretty sure what happened was we took our jokes from the trip and made them into a song:

"i'm in love with a man i can't have, but the beat goes on... and on... and i cry and i try... but all hope is lost... and the beat goes on... but the boys are fine and the peanut butter better so just shake your body and kiss my lips and try to cry to see the beat behind my eyes. why? because i'm in a pink intertube with a french horn player and a homo and my name is hodki... the beat just goes on. and i scream in my dreams of swing and model my cute clothes with gay boys lookin good but outa reach."

good memories.