my lip is raw from where you bit me a few nights ago. if she knew she'd kill me. i put on a tank top this morning and then was like 'wait, that's not gonna work' my nails need painting. it's turning cold outside and i made your 40 explode on the floor. i'm sorry. the things i write in pen rarely make it to the rubberjellyfish. i wonder if i'm more honest on paper.
watching someone babysit who loves kids is so exciting. then i'm happy it's not me.
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