A burning ceremony

Lindsey and I have come up with a way to rid ourselves of past flings, boyfriends, and crushes that didn't go anywhere. It's our way of getting over boys. Our one rule: Once their pictures are burned, we can never go back to them. We usually roast wieners along with the boys, and have a splendid time. It may seem a little ridiculous, but as long as we have failed relationships, the burning will continue in order to move on.

I'm usually always the one that makes the fire too. It's just an "Amie loves fire" thing.




If you look closely, here is a little remnant of one of Lindsey's boys. And these next pictures are of us being free.