Stupid fried cables.
I love big poofy scene kid hair.
My “step-dad” didn’t know you were supposed to let the marshmallow/butter mixture cool down before you made popcorn balls.
My mom knows I’m planning on killing her.
My dad wears too much cologne.
My stomach hurts.
“Andrea, I love you.”
“No, this is Patrick.”
One of these days I’m gonna set her drunk ass on fire
Walked like 2 miles or something.
SO MUCH CAFFEINE.
My nails are now uncomfortably short.