I went to a mexican psychic because she’s cheaper than the ones who speak proper. I think she told me that Im the kind of person who will get shit for things I don’t even do. Obviously. This weekend I got in trouble for something my friend Kathy’s friend did when we were out. I don’t even know this girl. Kathy isn’t really even my friend either. she’s someone I talk to and share things with like my past and how to make homemade cleanrer. I’m glad nobody in the news found out. They are all jerks and would say I was the one was holding the thing when I clearly wasn’t and I’d be on tMZ. I just want a cocktail for fucks sake. sorry. I don’t ever want to go to prison or be stuck in Canada. The food is gross.
I did take a picture of my cat. he’s not really mine, he belongs to my neighbor but I pretend he’s mine and feed him and tell him he should runaway and live with me. I call him Mr. Run Run but his real name is something else boring