Today sucked dick for skittles and I spent most of it wanting to cry and stab everyone, but my dad got me a new remote and I heard that super cute and catchy Oreo commercial like five times, so there’s a silver lining or something.
True Life: Hazel is my worst enemy
Tater asked me why I constantly felt like a fuck up. “My mother played U2 records every night for the first 11 years of my life” was my response.
Mere just called me super excited because she downloaded “The Queen of Lower Chelsea” and needed to ask me a bunch of random Gaslight trivia.
I wasn’t even aware she knew how to download anything.
Whatever, she’s precious.