Fucking graduated. That is all I really care to say about that.

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R. and I left Audrey's BBQ to go to a hardcore show. I was wearing my little orange garden party dress and yellow heels.

"Can I run upstairs so I can change?"

"We really don't have time for that."

"Please don't make me go to a hardcore show wearing this. Please."

"Fine, but you have to RUN."

"Okay. I have to poop, but I'm not going to, for YOU."




True luv.