Jet Set Hero.





I have so much to tell you, Internet. But right now I just woke up the manager of my bed and breakfast to tell you to visit me at Jet Set Zero, so I will keep this short so that I at least get fed breakfast in the morning. I need my Nutella.



Some stuff is worth waiting for. I promise...

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  1. Anonymous6 July 2010 at 21:26

    LOVE LOVE LOVE. I love our Scruppino pic made it in there! Miss you girl!

    Chelsea

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