I didn't want Sista Beavah to find out about me messaging Author S M Johnson. Or whatever.
Crappppp...
Or I guess, turrrrrrrrd.
The exact reason I didn't want her to know is because I'm a total freak/infatuated friendwhore when it comes to these things. I feel this adrenaline to stick up for my friends. Whether I've met them or not.
Ahem.
Anyhoo, the past is the past...at the present...agh.
Haircut.
Dunno if I should love it or hate it...
I guess school on Tuesday will let me know.
Which leaves a bigger problem:
WHAT TO WEAR ON THE FIRST DAY.
DAM IT FIRST-DAY-PROBLEMS ALL,
BEAVER
Well, she messaged me.
ReplyDeleteAnd so obviously, I had to message back.
And in doing so, I saw your message.
And I'm quite flattered.
SEND ME PICTURES OF YOUR WARDROBE AND I'LL HELP YOU.