uh oh...

so sometimes when i'm being stupid i write poems in spanish and hide them or throw them away or something right...
then my mom and dad found a SUPER DUPER PERSONAL ONE
on the table!!!!
shitttttttttttttt...
i hear a "stephanie, come here RIGHT NOW" and i'm like... what...
then my mom's like "what is this?" and i'm like... uhhhh... then i GRAB IT and run! and scream "don't read my shit!" then i hear... " so it IS yours!" and i'm like...
uh oh...

it's not like
"omg do you love me when i let you do me up the butt?" cause that would never ever happen anyways,
but uhhh it's personal enough for me to be embarrassed...


shame shame shame


anyways, i was GONNA write about how i had an amazing dream last night about argentina.
somehow i just just on a random street in argentina with my mom and i was just wandering around trying to find my way back to the apartment where i stayed and the family that i knew cause i reallllly wanted my mom to meet ramiro and martin and the whole time i was thinking... i wonder if i'll be able to see ale (pronounced ah-le.) and then i ran into some girl who knew me and she told me how to get there, then i saw silvina (the girl who lives in the apartment) and she kind of ignored me... and i was like oh okay... and i was about to get to martin's house then i woke up.

okay i'm gonna go kill myself now.
and rub aloe on myself.
and watch my rats play.
and listen to mariah carey.
buh-bye.