Isn't it grand?! I fucking love pigs. I ordered me some pig checks the other day too. I feel loved. I honestly fucking love it. I am using it until its legs fall off. Right now it's in the book Gates of fire by Steven Pressfield.
In other news....
See that shit? I actually finished weaving in all the fucking ends to the sweater. There were twenty-something. It's finished and I'm washing it here in an hour with my work clothes. My mother beat me to the washer. DAMN YOU, MOTHER.
Oh, I won a free gift card to Barnes and Noble. I won first place in the fiction contest at school. Well, hardly anyone submitted and it's not like I'm a prodigy, but it can be argued. The first story I ever wrote was about a Goosebumps story line. All I remember is that I squirted ketchup on the monster's shirt or something. I think it's the book where the parents turn to plants or something - someone help me out here. Whatev. I'm thinking about buying some Sylvia Plath. Maybe one of the other books on my list.
I texted my classmate and she said she made second place in fiction. Bam bitches.
Aw, I'm glad you love it :) I just finished my first book of the summer!!! (Well, actually it's a novella, but you know.)
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