I don't even remember.
since i put a paper cup of coffee into my bag the other day with coffee in it
it fucking spilled on my shitty drawings and this woman with no teeth and a side ponytail was talkin to this other woman about how she had her baby in poppeyes but she didn't work there anymore so it was cool nobody cared.
and then the no teeth womans all sayin' how old you is?
and shes all my sister still works in poppeys.
She didnt even answer the question.
and then my side was really warm and I realized I dont know what I'm doing.

I bought some real henna and its like cool.





thes colors looks dated is it supposed to be real its a good idea though but what are you about
none of your stuff looks the same.
sometimes I wish i was icelandic because their language sounds so strange and they wear sweaters and talk to goats.
I dont know stephanie you sound conjectst conjecture... Do you have a coughcoughfee You know what I'm trying to say.

A while ago these two kids were talking to me when I was going home.
Mostly the guy sayin tell my girl she gotta put out!
I said how old are you you look twelve.
and then he was like I'm fifteen but I'm mature for mah age because I lost it when I was thirteen.

my dad put gargoyles on top our shed to get rid of the evil spirits
he painted the whites in their eyes.
