Amelia is sick today. I am Kim.
Ha, no I’m not silly, I’m just sitting in her spot because she’s not here and it seemed lonely.
I am now realizing how much Jenna Marbles and I think alike. Though I can’t state the reasons on here, I will say we have the guts to say stuff that other girls might think is to rude to say.
Caring is creepy. My motto, EMBRACE YOUR INNER CREEPY.
I almost died this morning! We almost got t-boned by a semi… That would’ve hurt.
Iiii think I’m gong to cry if I can’t go to Playlist live. I would do anything to go.
It is no longer,”What would you do for a klondike bar?” but rather “What would you do to spend a day with Jenna Marbles?”. My answer: I’d actually do my homework, respect my mom, and be Ally’s personal slave for a week.
I need mental help.