So here I am waiting for Clare, to see if he'll actually pick me up to ride over to Berkeley and met up with Nilk.
Not that I really mind if he picks me up or not, but in the meantime I busy myself by putting on this avocado and oatmeal clay mask that I found in my bathroom.
Never have I felt so much like a woman.
WHY do women do this to themselves?!
As this layer of clay has begun drying up, my face feels tighter and tighter, as if someone were pulling it off from both sides. My god this is painful!
Too lazy to write the rest of this blog properly, so I'll just lay my thoughts down.
Want to babysit my PI's kids.
Ideal wife: likes eating/cooking the same food as me (basically everything). Narrowed it down to either Asian or black women.
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