So everything still sucks. I hate everything.
I don’t want to write this blog.
I didn’t eat anything yesterday at all.
I’m getting my tattoo in 13 hours.
I have a total of zero friends.
I don’t even know if Andrew knows I exist anymore. He’s really bad at not toying with me.
Blog Bonus — basically my finished costume without the tail, makeup, hair, and lashes:
I got purple flats instead of silver ones.
I have no boobs.
I don’t think I’m adding the arm-tights. I think I’ll just paint stripes and use one of my boas if I get cold.
This blog is even worse than yours.