every day, something else happens to where it makes me really fucking hate being in michigan. Like when people that you know are two faced but you forget and let your guard down... then you hear about something very hurtful that they said about you. I need to get the fuck out of here before i open my mouth and get myself in trouble.
i have cankles. remember the marshmallow guy off of ghost busters? yeah, that's kind of the feeling i got latlely in this heat. maybe he wasn't a marshmallow, i think his name was poppin fresh or something like that. maybe he was dough. I don't know. but you get the idea.