Welcome to Hyperstressdom! funtime.

For the record, I've disabled anonymous commenting. Didn't want to, buuut I'm not gonna lie, whoever's pretending to be Gabe Saporta and asking where I live is sorta creepin me out... If you wanna identify yourself I'll turn anonymous comments back on... and I mean, saying you'll design my wardrobe isn't really something worth hiding, it's kind of silly, don't you think? Why don't you... uh.... go write a poem, and not attribute it to yourself...? Oh. Kids can be so cruel. <3 SB

I'm a lil bit out of it. That point of hyperstressdom is setting in really early this semester on account of the family I might babysit at 6AM 3 days a week is psychotic but if I don't take the job I'll probs have to drop my photography class because I won't be able to afford materials. That's the nutshell version.

I'll share my little scene from life, and then I'm crashing. I went to the grocery store yesterday to get all those essential things like milk, apples, yogurt, and bananas. Walking to the checkout line, there was this girl standing there with a humongoid Bratz balloon that played a SONG about the Bratz and how they're fashonistas and clearly the shiz and stuff. I could only shake my head. Why, back in my day, you were lucky to get a balloon filled with helium instead of CO2. And you had to walk five miles to the grocery store to get one... uphill both ways... in two feet of snow.