Oh. my. god.

I am allergic to something and my arms and legs will not stop itching.

ow. ow. ow. ow. ow.

OWWWWWWWW.

Swear to god i'm not dead or anything. just super fucking busy.

don't get your hopes up for a much longer post, it may not happen. going to bed. working tomorrow. blehfndskso;fhdslkfdlghsfoig.

I have hardly anything to say here, since the only person I'm publicly writing to (being Lauren) I don't care to speak to, or have anything to do with. I'll end this here, since I have to go change my locks. Pari and Leah might come and kick my ass while Trevor's not home. (Though, according to Lauren, he's just my little bitch anyway, so I don't ( Read more... )

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