Dr. Peg, Proctologist
Everyone hates me, including my one useless friend.
friends aren’t for using, jen.
First world problem, spoiled only child edition:
Mom comes to visit, does some of my laundry (at her vigorous insistence, mind you), happens to wash top ten favorite wardrobe staples with bright blue dollar store dishtowels. RIP Mac Dre thizz in peace t-shirt, favorite(/only) zip up hoodie, vintage facconable corduroy shirt, light green cotton skirt (that I went to three different h&m’s to find in my size), seashell dress (a former #1 favorite), garfield “dreamboat” tall tee, light purple oversized button up, white and yellow hieroglyphics sweater, and others. You will all be missed. Assorted other cheapy cotton things, I can live without you.
I am an idiot and I am addicted to the sims social. who wants to be my friend? I will send you endless “presents” and other bullshit!
this hangover and the fact that I have some gay boy’s number in my phone tell me that I was on a roll last night.
he works at fred meyer. that’s a good reason to be friends with someone right