aint my job
I want dreads. like you dont even know how bad.
and boobs. my body yearns for natural cleavage.
and maybe a jamaican so that every time
he sees me he can say "hey pretty girl"
in one of those fantastic accents. <3
Yesterday and today I attended the PSAT/SAT prep class from 6:30 to 9 after school. It wasnt as bad as I'd thought. Partly because we didnt actually have to learn real subject stuff and I kinda sorta started to develop a crush on the mildly too old, hippy-lumberjack bearded, hilarious, slightly accented instructor.
Errands/looking at cars tomorrow.
Camping with the Tuckers in livingston saturday/sunday.
Free monday.
I guess thats all.
-Captain
::question::
do you have any strange fears, or fears you dont think you should have?