junkfood run. With my mom, lawl. Then Fellini’s lunch with Allie, got a flat tire from jumping a curb on the way there. Called AAA, they have fancy tire replacing things. And it’s pououououring rain again. Maybe Wing Factory with the gang tonight, but maybe not. Although I am feelin social.
He’s the only one who can make me cry just from the tone of his voice. And he’s been able to since I was 8.
I give up. Bleh.