Hey guys can I be her?
Because I only wanna wear stretch pants and old tees.
Plus snow boots.
Whether or not a chance of snow is projected.
Lets take a look at my surroundings shall we
I think this is apt is reverting back to the days when it was inhabited by a old nutball named Marjorie. Candle wax all over everything. The smell of cats. Half an avocado and two slices of ham going bad in the warm(ish) fridge.
I need to get the fuck out of here.
Afterthought: I may regret joining twitter.
I also may regret ever agreeing to work weekends.