I was totez excited to wake up ass crack early this morning and drive to birmingham to go jail, but of course, all my hopes and dreams were shattered once I got there. I didn't get to do my fingerprints, I didn't get to show off my outfit in a new mugshot, there was no prison love connection, and I certianly didn't write a letter that changed american society. I did however get to sign a piece of paper and get a new court date. lame. once I got back to georgia I went to class and American Eagle had brought me a chai latte to class cause he knew it was my favorite! like, damn, boy wants to munch on this muffin, and while I think Bookcase would say he is a keeper cause he is real sweet, I can hardly stand sitting next to him for 50 minutes of english class. Me, American Eagle, not ever gonna happen. talked to Stray Dogg on the fone for two hours tonight, it was a sad day driving through the jams without seeing my boys, but hopefully the dogg will come keep me company this weekend. regardless, my fam is goin on vay-k and Bookcase is going to be in cali and SaltShaker is in love in shitago (gross) so I will spend this glorious period of freedom drinking whiskey in my mom's king sized bed with two adorable pups by my side and atleast four seasons of gilmore girls to entertain me. totally stoked. plus its kinda fun to stir the chowder in my moms bed, AND her SHOWER HAS A SEAT! which is major convenient.
that's all for now, Bookcase, text me later?
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