A few weeks ‘til I’m FINALLY 21. No more knowing someone who knows someone to get in somewhere, or a fake ID or any BS. YAY! I have to book my flight on Tuesday for my European summer adventure. Shit! It’d be easier if money grew on trees so I wouldn’t have to pretend my paychecks don’t exist so I can save them for travel money. Oh, and in the last week — karma bit me in my butt, big time. TWICE. Whatever, I’m gonna leave these clowns in the hood, where they belong and keep doing great shit. I’m making great/easy money working at a cupcake place, so I can save up some extra for summer. I never use this, but then I write stuff once in a while, and then read it months later and love re-reading about things from a while back. It’s cool. Anyway.
