We suit each other, I think.

I love my puppy.

Like all fashionistas, I colour-coordinate my nail polish and my acne.

$7 shopping spree. Animal Farm, 1984, Madame Bovary, The Trial. Half Price Books is da best.

I have a job interview in an hour. I’m nervous as shit.

But at least my outfit’s pretty bangin’.

I feel like all my facial features are too big for my face.

…Oh well.

I love the shit out of that shirt.

Looking like a fat fuck in my dorm. But hey, Jack and Ferris are here, so it’s coo’. (Cartman is, too. I have a plushie on my window sill.)

I’m going to miss this so much.

I love my new computer. 

I just realized this is basically the only photo of my dad that I have from this decade. And what a winner it is.