mena

I am in such a rotten mood.
in fact if my mood was a smell it would be that of rotting flesh and burning hair on a hot summer afternoon on the ashphalt.

Dear SG,
please oh please let me meet Reagan when she is in my city next week, because trust me she will never come back on her own free will.
xxxo

I have to go print off flyers and loose my eyebrows in the rain.

FUCK!

xxxo