Rap muffinzzz

Morning, everyone. I'm listening to really old bad popular music and contemplating granola, even though in a short amount of time I should be heading off to devour delicious crepes with friends. Yesterday I found this really old book of poems that I've had forever but couldn't remember where I had gotten them. I was flipping through the pages and found, "Hey Laura, Saw this and just thought you may enjoy it, From D", written on the coverslip. And I suddenly felt really bad that I never talk to this guy anymore because he lives in Saskatchewan and is a major construction worker. It kind of got me down. Friends are probably more important to a persons wellbeing than we realize.