anissa

Ooohh busy busy busy!

I haven't dissapeared as it is my trademark. I'm just getting my mommy ready for her graduation.

I'm dying her dreds.
Finding her a bad ass dress.
Helping her plan her party.
Picking up tickets...

Whew!

And happy suuuuuper belated four twenty.
I spend the holiday having a slumber party with the cutest little gay boy you could ever want to eat with a spoon.

I would have had pictures but I was too blasted and most of them came out shit.

If I could find a super fast way of resizing pictures I'd have a million on here.
Trying to find a balance between the right size and well... the right size is a pain in the ass. And I'm quite lazy so... Pffft.

So anyway those goddamn PM pain meds are amusing to me.

I think I scare people when I tell them about my dreams but I enjoy them a whole bunch.

Except for the one I had two days ago... Holy Hell. It was the worst thing I've ever experienced.

If anybody is familiar with Night Hag Syndrome you know what I mean.

More about that later. Right now I have to figure out why my orange juice tastes like battery acid in the back of my throat.