2 WEEKS 10 DAYS BEFORE MY 22 BIRTHDAY I AM GETTING THE WORST ACNE OF MY LIFE BECAUSE THAT MAKES SENSE
PRETENDING THAT WEARING THESE IS THE SAME AS WEARING CONTACTS.
ALSO PRETENDING THAT THESE MAKE ME THE STRIPPER FROM THE FIRST SEASON OF THE WIRE WHO TOTALLY BANGS LESTER FREEMAN BECAUSE I LOVE HIM.
My plans to research the 77th street madame for my non-fiction class have gone to crap. Drinking by myself election 2012.
ALSO I DID MY HAIR LIKE I STILL LIVE ON MCKIBBIN STREET AND NO I HAVEN’T DONE ANY MORE WORK AND I AM STILL IN THE PANTS THAT I WORE TO PILATES AT 10 AM THIS MORNING PLEASE KILL ME.
Writing a paper on the transformations of the thieves in Inferno except I haven’t started it.