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yo niggaz and bitchs....
i'm looking through photos from when i was just a tiny little kid, playing out in the yard, giving people makeovers with my mad nail painting skills, opening gifts of plastic dolls and purses on christmas.
i woke up with the worst pain ever. my dad was making pancakes in the kitchen and my room smelled like spring. i noticed how cluttered my room is with magazine cutouts, pictures, clothes, cds. i wish i was there right now cleaning. i also noticed spilled nailpolish from last night. but it's ok, gives things character. i think i'm definitly going to fung shui(?) my room tonight because i just get a sleepy feeling whenever i step into it. even while the wonderous sounds of the police and bjork are blasting over my radio.
which reminds me of how much i love the 80's block on 89x every morning. andy and i were discussing an 80s dance party for my birthday. everyone must dress as an 80s rocker. boy george is taken. i'm thinking madonna or cyndi lauper, maybe the singer from Berlin, haha.
"let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be"
so here's what you must do...
comment with something, anything. a fear, a love, a secret. tell me what you think of me. do it anonymously. now.
xo
i'm looking through photos from when i was just a tiny little kid, playing out in the yard, giving people makeovers with my mad nail painting skills, opening gifts of plastic dolls and purses on christmas.
i woke up with the worst pain ever. my dad was making pancakes in the kitchen and my room smelled like spring. i noticed how cluttered my room is with magazine cutouts, pictures, clothes, cds. i wish i was there right now cleaning. i also noticed spilled nailpolish from last night. but it's ok, gives things character. i think i'm definitly going to fung shui(?) my room tonight because i just get a sleepy feeling whenever i step into it. even while the wonderous sounds of the police and bjork are blasting over my radio.
which reminds me of how much i love the 80's block on 89x every morning. andy and i were discussing an 80s dance party for my birthday. everyone must dress as an 80s rocker. boy george is taken. i'm thinking madonna or cyndi lauper, maybe the singer from Berlin, haha.
"let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be"
so here's what you must do...
comment with something, anything. a fear, a love, a secret. tell me what you think of me. do it anonymously. now.
xo