It is two fifty-six and I still remember the format I always put the date in.
I told Joe almost everything I had on my mind while we walked down Bank street. I almost feel obligated to leave in all the typos, but I then I think that I'd read this later and think I was stupid.
I borrowed Sean's cell phone to call my own to tell Joe that I want my cell phone back.
I kissed Paul Boomgaart and Pedro Something on the cheek tonight.
I'm not sure I'll remember this later.
This is definitely not the best way to impress girls.
Six John Smith