Dear Friend,
photobucket is being an uncooperative cunt.
The past few days have been the shittiest in months.
Looking like shit, feeling like shit. Grades are turning into shit, the house is shit.
Aw shit, son. This is just not how I am supposed to feel the week before halloween. Speaking of halloween, I was going to a flapper, but then decided against it. Then ghettofabulous, but got disuaded, and then a spider, but got disuaded. Right now I'm thinking Mrs. Mia Wallace. Although, with my luck, someone will say "Tara, that's stupid." and I'll say fuck it and just not dress up.
on the upside:
I have that guy's lighter and autograph.
I win.
Love always,
Tara