So my face has been royally sucked. It's all pruny and such wet things like that.
Yesterday was so good that I can't even use bad grammar and spelling to describe it! I am compelled to write perfectly! I must thank the Stina for her amazingness!
So I watched STina do her hair for THREE THOUSAND DAYS and was all, "wow... now spend three thousand more on MY hair."
TO THE MALL! We sat and sang to ourselves in waiting. Let's get it started, HA!
Mmmm, not Brett.
The rest of the evening went by in a blur because there was an immense bounty of face-sucking. I love Stina, because she did not watch. NOT LOOKING!
So then I pranced like a fairy because Stina likes to... FACE! I'm Big Boy. Ooooh, Big Boy. Feel my assmeaty wrath. And there was a big jar of WHAT?
In the end I ended up with an immense need to take over Stina's bed and massage her chickens all serious-like. That and continue with the fairy prancing goodness. Prancy prance prance.
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(a.k.a. Stina)
To view Jessie's entry in Stina's journal that is just as stupid but amazingly worthwhile,
go here.