dear price of love diary,
what if you got all excited and your arm fell off. or how about your leg? that would suck. if something were to happen and that were to go down- i am there for you- just try not to get that excited. later on in the week things may change- you never do know. i try to make an impact wherever i go, but i always wanna leave with my legs. that's my secret goal in the back of my head- even if i hate my shoes. you get more mileage out of a cheap pair of sneakers because they're the last pair of shoes you wanna wear. duh. i wonder who invented crocks. it wasn't me. and if it was i sure wouldn't admit it. shoes with jewelry. that is so stupid. aww, what time is it? i am sleepy. but i am good to go. it's just a matter of getting it together. i am scoped. i feel like an onion ring. what are you chewing on you little bird. let's pull that floppy lip up and see what you got. lippy. if i could split my screen like that- i'd be a wonder bitch.