Word vom?
Omfg. I wish my hurrs would grow faster. I want the Vici Beckham cut so bad. I think I'd look shuper shweet with it.
Only like...less poofy. I have fine hair for it, I think it would work.
And I mean, my hair has already grown TONS faster.
The day after I got it cut.
Those were taken last week
Ugh Grama comes into town tomorrow. I haven't talked to her since before I left for Germany. When I got back she left me a voicemail that said "Well, I guess I'll talk to ya, when I talk to ya." Gotta love Grama and the way she gets bitchy when I don't want to talk to her because she wants to bitch at me about my life and what I should be doing, and how I should be saving and blah blah blah. The only thing I can think is; Well, where the hell were you when you were 20 Grama? OH! That's right, you lived in FRANKFURT, GERMANY married to a man in the army that you claimed had RAPED you (but you married him anyway?) And you had already had TWO KIDS. I'm almost positive you didn't have any money saved either, seeing as how you got all the money you have now from Papaw, your SECOND HUSBAND, in the divorce settlement and grampa, your THIRD HUSBAND. Yeah... I'm totally fucked up, you're right. I can't believe I ever thought otherwise.
But God forbid I ever actually try to talk to you about it. I will forever be wrong.
The only people I see to be semi sane in my family are my Grampa, Papaw, Uncle Joey and Aunt Sabrije.
Otherwise, everything is pretty boring in my life.
Only like...less poofy. I have fine hair for it, I think it would work.
And I mean, my hair has already grown TONS faster.
The day after I got it cut.
Those were taken last week
Ugh Grama comes into town tomorrow. I haven't talked to her since before I left for Germany. When I got back she left me a voicemail that said "Well, I guess I'll talk to ya, when I talk to ya." Gotta love Grama and the way she gets bitchy when I don't want to talk to her because she wants to bitch at me about my life and what I should be doing, and how I should be saving and blah blah blah. The only thing I can think is; Well, where the hell were you when you were 20 Grama? OH! That's right, you lived in FRANKFURT, GERMANY married to a man in the army that you claimed had RAPED you (but you married him anyway?) And you had already had TWO KIDS. I'm almost positive you didn't have any money saved either, seeing as how you got all the money you have now from Papaw, your SECOND HUSBAND, in the divorce settlement and grampa, your THIRD HUSBAND. Yeah... I'm totally fucked up, you're right. I can't believe I ever thought otherwise.
But God forbid I ever actually try to talk to you about it. I will forever be wrong.
The only people I see to be semi sane in my family are my Grampa, Papaw, Uncle Joey and Aunt Sabrije.
Otherwise, everything is pretty boring in my life.