delilahb

I slammed my hand in my fence. It hurt like a motha fucka. I have this weird line bruise thing going on now. Then, I stepped on a plug. I think today is just a day for hurting.

I don't have anything profound to say. I've been trying not to think lately, because I believe all of my thinking gets me in trouble. My friends used to tell me that I look like a mean ass bitch when I'm thinking. Lovely, huh?

Okay, you all have to tell me one unknown fact about you.

Here's mine:

I believed my father was Cheech Marin until I was ten years old. Therefore, I'm very gullible.