I want this.
Or this.
Or this.
But mostly that first one.
And some crayons and coloring books, and a teddy bear. And I will be happy for all of this winter and next year and possibly forever.
FUCK A NEW IPOD.
FUCK UNDERWEAR.
FUCK SOCKS.
FUCK HAIR DYE.
FUCK CANDY.
FUCK HOODIES.
FUCK FUZZY SWEATERS.
FUCK A 20 GALLON FISH TANK. (although I'll probably end up getting that too).
I was thinking that if my mom sprang for the duffle coat, then my dad could buy the other two, and they'd both be paying the same amount and then I would super win.
I feel super pressured though because they're pretty much one of a kind. If someone else buys them then I would never be able to have it, or one like it. My dad says that I just have to wait until this weekend. He has to pay the mortgage.
I want these more than I've ever wanted most things.
It feels good to have something to strive for.
1 comment:
ugh, they just don't make sense. i love fashion, but sometimes... ughguisdafn
i hate that song too but stephanie keeps singing it at lunch and it's funny but at the same time it's horrible
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