my story is coming along nicely. i only have like a paragraph or two left to write. it's short and funny and there's a drag queen named ivory.

the drag queen really has nothing to do with the story, but i thought "its my story, if i want a drag queen it, there's gonna be one".

yes. go me with all my decisions on a cheesy story.

i'm eating grapes and there's a song going on repeat in my head. to bad i don't know all the words though.

ugh. the stupid boyfriend is coming over.

someone save me.

.wigglestick.