Ugh. I can feel my ears closing in. I hate it, it's like "Hello, I am the hole in your ear. I'm trying to take my sides and squeeze them until I no longer exist." I really need to get them repierced or something.
Anyways. I officially have run out of things to talk about. Maybe not though. Maybe I just tweet a lot. Too much....
Oh yeah, have I told you all about the tattoo I'm getting? Yeah. I'm getting George, Paul, John, and Ringo along my forearm. In black lettering. Yeah. I know, the body is a temple and all that. But I have been planning this since I was seven years old. Seven. Years. Old. That's commitment. Also, at the same time, I'm getting a really small raven in between my thumb and pointer finger.
That's all. For now. Ugh OMG SOMEBODY HAD A GRUMPY CAT PICTURE
uh sorry. Grumpy Cat is my child, along with Honey Boo Boo and Spider Man.
Ya'll better redneckognize.
