6. October. 2007.
I did it. I finally did it.
It hurt for a while, but then I got used to it. Connor says I look hot when I show them off but it just burns and tickles in unusual ways. My brain's died and gone to Brain Hell, I think. Or maybe it got reincarnated into a plant. An ugly shrub. Either way I feel like poop.
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In the Days of Chapstick, Gum, and Soda
HumorI might write a book. I don't know. Life happens to get in the way of that sometimes. * * * * * Inspired by @Woowoowriting and her books: The Darlings of Suburbia and Seeking Connections. * * * * * Short Story #319 Hu...
