Sitting in McDonald's, listening to Black Veil Brides, eating lunch, and typing out this here blog. I freaked out trying to find my hat because here in Indiana (aka Mother Nature's Uterus) it's been kind of fucking cold these last few days. Only to go outside to find that it's kind of nice out. *sigh* Thank goodness for small favors. I was going to be very upset if couldn't find my hat, though. It's a sock hat from the performance of Wicked at the Murat theater I went to with my mom last year. My stepfather bought the tickets for us for Christmas. And my stepdad's kind of dick most of the time. So, when he presented the tickets to us we were shocked to say the least. Which reminds me, I need to call my mommy today. So, if I lost my hat, I would be very upset. It's one of my favorite hats. My other favorite hat is a fluffy black and pink cat hat one of my best friends, Jeph, got me before he moved to VA.
I just babbled about hats. Yup.
I just babbled about hats. Yup.