I heard somewhere that writing everyday will eventually make you better.
So I guess this is just a test.
school dress codes actually make me so mad its 90 degrees and this school has no air conditioning and i cant wear a tank top because boys might get distracted
by my shoulders
man if u cant control your boner over my upper arms thats your own damn problem
Bahahaha
I love this blog. Its so inspiring, yet I still haven’t written in over a monthhhhh….
When I was little and I woke up afraid in the middle of the night, I would slip out of my bed, tiptoe across my hardwood floor and collect all of the extra pillows in the house. I’d drag them to my bed and pile them up, a line on each side. One at the top of my head, one…
This feeling…
Life stops for no one. You either live it, or let someone else take over.
Some things just make me smile.
Another job, come and gone. I just need to be a full time photographer. It would solve all my problems.
this is so KEY because S and I are always buying beer off the “Make Your Own 6-Pack” shelf at Trader Joe’s whenever we’re going over to a friend’s. bottles clinking and rolling at the bottom of your bag = not a good look.
NEAT-O
Looking at tumblr blogs at work…. and UH OH! Someone has automatic music on their page.
*FAIL*
