
Blah. Rain.

Blah. Rain.
Hard work destroying a rug
Would you rather have to dress like an egg always or have three arms?
Cake in bed because fuck yeah cake in bed
Would you rather fart popcorn or sweat orange juice?
Pills Pills Pills. (The lesser known Destiny’s Child song)
I had forgotten how bad my graduation photo is. Boobs eeeeerywhere and hair that was straight until it rained.