i am sooo mad. i told my mother 23983 times to stop doing my laundry. I just went to rescue my things from the dryer and my favourite shirt is now my favorite rag. WTF does one do to clothes that they loose a sleeve? And she put my dolce and gabanna bra in there too. ugggg. she now owes me $600. is it that hard to not do my laundry i just don't get
I think I may be the queen of ending up in really ackward situations. So now I'm dating Sarah's brother. He is sweet and adorable, and leaving shortly which really sucks. but i guess i'd rather have a temporary normal relationship(for once) than none at all. maybe i'll get lucky and he'll decide to stay in philly after all.