kelsie

This is true love at its finest.

I remember when I was five, my cousin and I made paper plate faces--literally faces drawn on paper plates--and went door to door on our street trying to sell them. We actually made almost $10 from our neighbors' "donations", probably just to get us to go the hell away. Right now, I wish money came that easy, and I wish my boss would give me money just to stop bugging him about my schedule.
Now I shall go jump on the stairclimber and think about the money I've spent and the things that I probably shouldn't own. Oh well, I'm young