friskin

This week has been kind of hard. On Monday I was ready to stab myself in the face. I decided against it because a) A. was nice and came to visit me, and b) my mom almost cried when I told her. I figured it can probably wait until I'm a thousand miles away from here. Sure, it won't be as dramatic, but I'm not doing it for you. Or you.

Smiling too much can get a girl into trouble.

(Leave it to me to get PICKED UP in the damn BOAT SHOP FOR KIDS. By a man wearing a a Motley Crue t-shirt... and vaguely resembling Vince Neil:
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(ALSO leave it to me to agree to go out with said man. To the GROCERY STORE. AND THEN GET STOOD UP.)

I'm having a time.