I did my own laundry today which is awesome cause I'm 19 and I still wont do it so I end up with nothing to wear. Is it my fault that my basement is straight out of a horror movie? There are little closet like areas with wood doors and padlocks. I'm positive there is some mutant child living down there. Oh and my downstairs neighbor is absofuckinglutely a serial killer. I called it the first week we moved in. His roommate "moved" out. I know the truth. He killed him for talking down to his dog. And now his body is buried in my backyard. Also there are ten million different species of spiders in the basement. TEN MILLION. And the ceiling is so close to my head. No thanks. I'd rather wear dirty clothes.
I bought this thing last night with charcoal and pencils and shit. But now I don't know what to even attempt to draw. I traced my hand and made a heart.
Last night I met up with Jen because she's been all sickly and I've been all lazy and we went a few weeks with like no contact. We did fall/Halloween things. We made bracelets. We talked about Halloween plans. I am most likely going to go to her house and experience Halloween in Salem for the first time. I've always been kind of terrified. It's already crawling with tourists. I hate/love that.
I don't have to babysit tonight and Rocky is tonight.
I think I'm probably allergic to life because I was just sitting here and I started itching all over. My hands and neck and chest. And now I have redness and oh my.
I should probably start taking allergy medicine again if I'm going to be working with dogs.
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