I am so notorious for staining clothes with food, pens, soda, makeup, dog pee, dirt...the list can go on forever.

My solution? Dye everything black. I bought a tiny packet of black dye from Wallyworld to make my own black wife beaters (bc who wants to pay Old Navy $15 for a tank when you can get four tanks for $5?). Anywho, Ima take every stained pant and shirt I no longer wear in public and dye em black. I am so Chi-ghetto-Martha.

I FEEL LIKE IM TAKING CRAZY PILLS.

The weather in Palo Alto is so crazy. One minute it's raining, another minute it's sunny. My mood fluctuates so much and I really don't need the weather to be unstable. It's like I'm a manic patient on speed and weed.

i'm really nervous about boy coming here because it is like a test. a test to see if this shit will work and it's a pass/fail exam.

now, i just had an interesting conversation with my mother that included her not trusting me to choose the "right guy" who would set an example for the "next generation." There were several comments made by me saying that "i would have no babies" and her mentioning the word "accidents." Admist this were anctedotes about me "killing any babies" and the word "abort."