I'm a college graduate that can't find work, is insanely in debt via private lenders, and am still folding t-shirts for a company that barely places me above minimum wage, living in a very expensive city.
I will rile up, pull under your skin. Make your teeth chatter and your bones feel out of place.
I have every ounce of rage, audacity and down-right awfulness that I've carried in the past.
And I wouldn't take back a single second. You deserve what is coming to you. You are a foul human being. I only wish the cancer (that you faked) got to you before I did. Don't worry.
I baked and baked and baked little hearts filled with raspberries, and oh god, does it make me happy. I don't need anything else involving Valentine's Day. I tried getting tickets to the Monster Truck ralley for it, but god damn, they are way too expensive. 71 dollars, I do NOT think so- WHERE ARE MY 10 DOLLAR SEATS?
My shoot got postponed till next week for my grant park shoot and I am pissed as hell, but whatever, today was beautiful and Jon teacher man let me fuck around with a bolex. It was nice.
