Mother is leaving soonish.
Shes going to Romania in search of her long lost sister.
Sike. But tha would be cool. Shes going to Seattle. I hope she brings an umbrella. Its all rainy up in there.
omg, my breath smells like death...and I feel like a lizard.
What with all the peeling my tattoo is doing. Gross.
*peel*
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