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my bangs are a cave housing hundreds of grey hair. the grey hair is multiplying by the minute. people will think i am a fifteen year old with grey hair. at this rate i will be entirely grey by the age of thirty. i'll try to preserve my skin by not baking my body. i will have to call the california raisins and tell them, because they totally invited me sunbathing today.
a list of things.
.can karen walker outfit me?
.can i set up a tiny pink stage and place beck on it
& ask him to dance?
.can i have one of those large cooler things in my fridge full
of coconut iced coffee and you just pull the latch down to fill your cup?
.can sam weir be a real human? that way i can go climb trees with him,
bill & neil?
.can a fleet of kittens please come charging out of the woods?
yesterday there were two dogs that came out of the woods during the rain storm. a mutt & a ragged looking yellow lab. i named them baron & chuck. then they ran away...