HANNA’S HERE. My best friend has achieved a life-goal of mine, thrice. It’s okay though because we went to lunch and then laid in my hammock for three hours. Listening to some funky tunes.
Okay. I had an idea today. I think they should make marijuana Chia pets. Like, a Scooby Doo head or something that grew weed instead of ferns or whatever the fuck they grow now.
Drove a car today niggaz
Mormons came to my door today. I told them I had entered into a contract with Satan. I sold my soul for a donut. If you get that reference, I love you. Phoenix sucks. Hanna’s not even here. There is ONE good thing though. My baby, Grover. He’s a Labradoodle.
I went swimming in my pool today. After about an hour, I noticed small clumps in the water. Upon closer inspection, I realized that they were balls of fire ants. For those of you who don’t know, clumps of fire ants use their bodily oil to be impervious to water. I don’t think I’ve ever jumped out of water that fast.
I plan on getting tan as fuck this summer, like I used to be. I feel so pale :(
I have been speaking french all day. This is problematic because everyone here speaks Spanish. Idk man, il y a un pamplemousse dans mon pneu.
You think I’m sitting in my room singing “Can I kick it” to myself right now, you’re right.
joy division > smiths
yeah, i said it
-in Phoenix. Not happy.
-The girl I babysat for last night had books on tape, narrated by TONY FREAKING SHALOUB. I thought that was awesome.
Last night I poured my heart into a long and deliberate email to my mother. She has yet to respond. I’m supposed to leave on Thursday.