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i have been drawing a lot a lot a lot. i would like to put some of those drawing things on here,,,if i knew how to use a scanner. (CAN A SCANNER BE A CAMERA?fuck no.)
something else that i have been doing : WORRYING a lot. a lot a lot. forreal guys. i don't even know. but it makes my legs shake a lot and gives me headaches. and my back hurts. HAHA I AM AN OLD LADY, basically. i am scared for going to school!!!
i feel bad for squeevo because he was just over at my house and all i did was basically tell him how scared i was. HAHA. SORRY, GUY. :-D :-D :-D but also, we watched the jeffersons in my basement. that show is so good. everyone is so sassy.
OH GROSS. THIS REALLY CHAPS MY ASS: THIS CAN OF ROOT BEER HAS GOTTEN WARM. way to chap my ass, root beer.
yesterday night, nancy's friend had an art opening thing in fairfield, and i did not really have a choice in going or not. so i went and it was just a really tiny gallery with a lot a lot of middle aged people drinking wine and eating cheese and being SOo FUCKin SOPhiSTICated. i ate like 48 cream puffs from this tray and then just sat outside on this bench. it was cold out! and i was wearing this boob shirt. ( a boob shirt is just a shirt where my boobs hang out a lot) so me and my boobs were soo cold. this old guy in tube socks came and sat next to me on the bench. i could like feel him starring at me and so i wanted to say something really weird to him so that he would move but i did not.
EVERYBODY: I AM SCARED AND KINDA LONELY. :-( :-( :-(
also: has anyone even ever really been on a date? no one even does those things anymore! probly 'cause they are most likely so lame and weird.
I AM GOING TO GO AND TRY TO CALM DOWN AND GET JANK INTO PERSPECTIVE. let's get this together, molly. WOOOoOOooOOo . take a lap.
something else that i have been doing : WORRYING a lot. a lot a lot. forreal guys. i don't even know. but it makes my legs shake a lot and gives me headaches. and my back hurts. HAHA I AM AN OLD LADY, basically. i am scared for going to school!!!
i feel bad for squeevo because he was just over at my house and all i did was basically tell him how scared i was. HAHA. SORRY, GUY. :-D :-D :-D but also, we watched the jeffersons in my basement. that show is so good. everyone is so sassy.
OH GROSS. THIS REALLY CHAPS MY ASS: THIS CAN OF ROOT BEER HAS GOTTEN WARM. way to chap my ass, root beer.
yesterday night, nancy's friend had an art opening thing in fairfield, and i did not really have a choice in going or not. so i went and it was just a really tiny gallery with a lot a lot of middle aged people drinking wine and eating cheese and being SOo FUCKin SOPhiSTICated. i ate like 48 cream puffs from this tray and then just sat outside on this bench. it was cold out! and i was wearing this boob shirt. ( a boob shirt is just a shirt where my boobs hang out a lot) so me and my boobs were soo cold. this old guy in tube socks came and sat next to me on the bench. i could like feel him starring at me and so i wanted to say something really weird to him so that he would move but i did not.
EVERYBODY: I AM SCARED AND KINDA LONELY. :-( :-( :-(
also: has anyone even ever really been on a date? no one even does those things anymore! probly 'cause they are most likely so lame and weird.
I AM GOING TO GO AND TRY TO CALM DOWN AND GET JANK INTO PERSPECTIVE. let's get this together, molly. WOOOoOOooOOo . take a lap.