blaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh

i wanted to write something but i am in such an aggrevated, disgusted place that i don't even have anything to write.

but happy mother's day if you're a mom.

and thank you to everyone who came out to arrowwood on saturday night. despite the fact that we got kicked out 30 minutes prior to closing time and i hated that rodrigo or domingo character so much that i could spit.

my 30th birthday is in 2.5 hours. ugh.

oh also my hair is blonde. mostly blonde. like, there are chunks of red in it still, just because, not on purpose. but whatever.

god this is just awful. did i ever claim to be a writer?