PSYCH-YR-MIND! REALLY I WOULD GET MORE TATTOOS!
Sorry Grandma! (Ihopeyouneverreadthis – I mean, Momdon’tshowher!)
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PSYCH-YR-MIND! REALLY I WOULD GET MORE TATTOOS!
Sorry Grandma! (Ihopeyouneverreadthis – I mean, Momdon’tshowher!)
Exclamation point.
Yesterday I went over to my friends’ apartment to find Hannah, Seth and Vanessa who was there too, but asleep on the couch huddled around a laptop in the livingroom. I watched an impressive 9 hours of LA Ink with them. There were a lot of memorial tattoos and the climax was when Pixie got fired. Hanging out with yr friends is being in the same room with them, talking shit about bad tattoos and people who aren’t apart of yr lives, right?