I just explained to my grandmother the concept of me being 'Mars' because I wanted galaxy colored sneakers...
She said:
"Why don't you just use [my real name]"
And I was like:
"So random forty year old perverts don't come to hunt me down and kidnap me."
And then my grandmother laughed and said this:
"I wouldn't mind ;)"
*facepalms*
*facedesks*
*faceconcretes*
*faceroads*
*faceguns*
Well that escalated quickly...
Imma go before I get any weirder...
BYEEH!
YOU ARE READING
Mars is... Well... Mars
Random{edit: ew. ew. ew. please just read my other spam book. i wrote this in like 2014. } This is my book of me. My book of sarcasm, randomness, thoughts, fandoms, OCD, anxiety, fails, school, rants, obsessiveness, ships, phan, cartoons and well... Mars...
