Tonight I took a trip down memory lane. But literally. I hopped in my 2002 navy blue mazda 626 and was out the door, first stop chipotle. I love chipotle. Its so fucking good and reminds me of so much. Like the first time I really tried it was summer before my senior year of high school with Soula Palasiss and John Irvin. Those are two rats I never even speak to anymore. Oak Hills Community Theatre. Thoroughly Modern Millie. Joke. Life. 

After I sat at chipotle until last call… I decided I didn’t want to be at my lonely dirty apartment by myself, so I decided I would drive in the city cuz Im so fuckin pretty. So I did that and chain smoked and drove in to downtown cincinnati and passed roxys. oh a quaint little bar I used to spend most of my time at. dancing, kissing, singing, performing, laughing, living. enjoying life. then I headed up through clifton. God… what a difference a year makes. This time last year I was a student at UC and I was in a relationship with “the one.” Except the one never really is the one. Relationships fucking suck and feelings fucking suck because they are always getting hurt. I just want to be an artist. And be known for something. I feel like that is what my life is supposed to be about. I dont want to waste it on love and tears, but on hair bleach and glitter. I want to be beautiful, thin, blonde, and famous.

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