Misery is a butterfly Her heavy wings will warp your mind
trimmed my ends, what i do is separate my hair down the back of my head and put each part over my shoulder to the front and usually i cut one side shorter than the other, as i did yesterday, feh. when your hair is that long who even notices that?
fil didn’t want to take my picture because his toe is broken (crabby) then the most obnoxious (bipolar) chick ever came in with her friends and was trying to impress the room with her cool (bipolar) anecdotes. at one point i said to fil we were listening to stuffwhitepeoplelike right now because she was talking about OH IN CHINA bla bla blah. also a gaggle of girl’s nite out (in) chicks came to pick up their take out and left the door open TWICE i almost ran out after them and screamed at them, didn’t. i even got the adrenaline surge like ok i’m going to DO something now.
guess who lost more weight? fuck now i get how much you hate girls who blog about that shit, whatever, i’m working really hard you know, so eat it.
i should warn you that this post consists of like 20 more pictures of me.
we drink nag drinks now which = white wine + ice cubes haha.
my thumb is the same size as fil’s pinky.
morning.
feed me time or i turn into a purring nest in your lap.
hahahahaha
burn there’s something on your nose!
more retarded to come, maybe.
