anxiety/whatever i think of

I hate it when you get anxious and there's this huge pit in the bottom of your stomach. You wanna commit hari-kari to get rid of it, but then it's still there and you end up looking like the kid in Tropic Thunder. You know? I think i'm supposed to say something like...This is my blog! Read it bitches!!!

but i dont feel like being perky, despite that the Bangles are blaring from my ladybug ipod thingy. Nope, I am all cynical today. Until dinner. We are having these DELISH skillet pizzzas my dad makes. IN A SKILLET!! that means minimal clean-up. that means more time watching AI. and being a loser with my mom singing along. DONT JUDGE

i gtg do homework

ew

ew X2

*whispers* help....meee....

-peanut butter