reality is always such a drag for barely blooming eighteens'....
well good morning, nine inches of snow. how are you today? *sits with coffee and stares out window*
and, tmi i'm sure, but hey, ya'll love me, my cat peed on me in the middle of the night /O\ well, not DIRECTLY on me, but it went through the blankets. fml.
and, tmi i'm sure, but hey, ya'll love me, my cat peed on me in the middle of the night /O\ well, not DIRECTLY on me, but it went through the blankets. fml.