crack my ribs and repair this broken heart that you're deserting for better company
cassandra cammarta and i took a little trip to goodwill today.
we ran into christina mchotpants.
and bought some things.
like this badass 7 year old girl disney princesses comforter i got for $4.99.
i'm.better.than.you.
i liked three sweaters.
this was my favorite.
and it was entirely too cool to fit.
i shall preserve its beauty with photographs.
i loved this one too and it was a LOT too big.
i look like a white oprah winfrey in like the early 90s......... before she lost all that weight, for those who didnt put that together themselves.
i miss it.
this sweater was the golden ticket.
i was excited.
some boy used to rock the baseball diamond in this shirt.
"new london AMERICANS"
what the fuck happened to "bears" or "angels" or "firefighters"?!
new london you're a fucked up town.
his name is on it, too.
cassie cammarta as the shopping experience came to a close.
i bought this at h&m a long time ago.
but i wore it today.
and i took a picture.
story over.
i got this sweatshirt.
the h&m sweater makes me look bulky. i'm not pleased.
see it was under the sweater adding 4728479821 layers.
doucheface.
ah mystic, how i love thee.
cassie and i got pizza at pizza palace.
my cousin works there.
we chatted.
this jacket and i are so in love it hurts.
i named this picture "i'm in fucking west side story and shit".
the feeling of having to go to the bathroom is ridiculous.
i hate it.
it's like a pain, almost.
but more of an annoyance, really.
like myself.