My chest hurts, my eyes are sore from crying so much, I couldn’t give a shit about my makeup. My throat burns from heaving and my cheeks ache from smiling and laughing.
This novel is phenomenal. This deserves every fucking award that is available for YA Fiction. Although, while I was reading I felt that this book would be more appreciated if read by a person over the age of sixteen (The age of Hazel Grace Lancaster).
The Fault in Our Stars is a masterpiece and I hope it becomes an American Classic, I really do. I encourage every person who has ever fallen in love, wishes to fall in love, has had a terminal illness, knows anybody that has had a terminal illness to purchase this book, read it, laugh with it, cry with it, mourn with it. Put it in a shadow box and hang it in your living room, but keep a spare copy of it on your bookshelf for others to read and love as well.I won’t give too much away about this book. Actually, I won’t give anything away.
Go to the store. Purchase this book and read it. No questions asked.
You can’t not fall in love with the characters in this book.
Let me end my book review by stating that my grandmother, 60, died of thyroid cancer (similar to the cancer of Hazel Grace) almost a year ago. During her last few months, I was with my mother every step of the way. I even ditched work a few times just to sit and be with her.
[Photo is of my grandmother, Cathy and my mother, Sonya, at my high school graduation on May 15th, 2010.]
On the last two days of my grandmothers life, I was right by my mothers side. I made mental notes of everything that was going on. The smells. The words people spoke. The way people presented themselves at the funeral.
At the burial.
My outlook on death is still a little fuzzy, but it’s clearer after reading this book. When someone dies, life goes on. Your life doesn’t stop and it shouldn’t.
A year ago, death meant the person dies and that’s it. I still believe that today and I’m proud to state that I don’t know what happens when you die. I don’t know if you go to heaven. I don’t know if you’re reincarnated. I don’t know. And that’s just fine.
During the whole mourning process my mother was going through, I was “strong”. I didn’t cry. I was more concerned with my mother’s well-being than my own. I was her rock through it all. I still am. I love my mother very much, even if she has her moments. Everybody has their moments.
Through the book “The Fault in Our Stars”, I constantly had flashbacks to when my grandmother would take me to Jimmy Johns or give me a quilt that she had just finished or taken me for a ride in her brand new firetruck red Dodge Charger. I miss her. This book helped me discover mourning, more than any other pamphlet could have taught me. It gave me insight as to what my grandmother’s last days were like. I don’t think I’d be able to properly mourn and appreciate life without reading this novel. It revealed to me how much love can actually exist even when the one person that held the majority of that love dies.
When I got home the night of the burial, I wrote.
This is what I wrote:
[NOTE: I HAVE NEVER SHOWN THIS TO ANYBODY OR EVEN EDITED IT.]
I feel like I haven’t written in forever.
Well, written something other than to announce that I need to write or that I plan on writing something.
My best friend, Danielle bought me the book “Blogging for Dummies” as my Christmas gift this year. Needless to say, I absolutely love it. Hopefully I’ll learn a few things. Even though the title is a bit degrading, I find it most helpful.
These past two weeks, I’ve been working my ass off. 50+hr weeks working both at the grocery store and Books-A-Million. I really want to move to BAM full-time, but we’ll see how that goes. I’m not doing much for Christmas. I have to work the following day at 7AM, so there goes my “getting wasted” route. Le sigh. I plan on going to my friend’s house for Christmas dinner since my family already celebrated last weekend and possibly even writing a book review. I really want to finish Peculiar Children. My review for Girl, Interrupted has been written down. I just haven’t had time lately to revise and post it. I have just enough time to sleep and maybe do laundry. My room is looking quite tragic. With 2012 creeping up, I can definitely promise you quality posts and maybe even some YouTube skits. I have some things in mind…
The desire to write grows with writing.
— Desiderius Erasmus
I’m sitting in the break room of Books-A-Million. It’s not really a break room. It’s more of a large wide hallway cluttered with filing cabinets, computers, shelves, boxes and totes of books, toys, signs, stickers, pieces of ceiling tile and a crow bar dangling from a ladder that leads to the top of the building. I’ve placed myself in a not-so-sturdy chair at one of the two computers on the opposite side of the corridor. One of the main associates is playing with a Simon memory game on his iPhone.
I haven’t really made up my mind about working here. I wanted the job so bad and worked so hard to get it. My supervisor at the grocery store went out of his way to get me an interview. Now that I have it, I don’t feel as though I deserve it. I don’t feel like I belong or that I make it here. It’s only my second day and I know I’m over thinking everything but still. Stocking shelves is fun and helping customers find certain books is what I’m good at. What I’m not good at is having a dead line or huge goal to reach by the end of the day.
For every $350 a cashier sells, we must sell one BAM Membership card for $20. It’s a great deal if you’re a frequent shopper. It gives you 10% off and lasts a whole year. Plus you get a free coffee from the cafe and over $75 in coupons. I haven’t worked register yet because I’m not in the system. I’ve watched how the other cashiers do their thing and it’s kind of intimidating, but I suppose it builds character in a way.
I’m not sure about my associates. The whole time closing they just goofed around. They played with the little tinker toys from the Kids section of the store, insulted each other playfully and vulgarly, and didn’t do “sonic-ing” which is making sure all the books look nice and there are no empty spaces on the shelf. I pretty much walked around the store, half ass “sonic-ing” and listening to their conversation.
Why is it that this job, the job I tried so hard to get, the job that I wanted to be my future career, the job that my supervisor at the grocery store went out of his way to get me an interview for, the job that I thought would make my life what I want it to be, making me second guess my future?
I still don’t know how I feel about this place, but I hope everybody warms up to me after the holidays.
If I last that long.
“The job of reading is to use stories
as a way into seeing other people
as we see ourselves”
― John Green
Friday was my interview at Books-A-Million. It went fantastic! A man interviewed me and I pretty much nailed it. I had the job. It lasted about 15-20 minutes and I swear I had the job the moment we sat down in the coffee shop chair. The interview didn’t really feel like an interview. More of a little conversation between two strangers that just met. Towards the end, he asked me if I had any questions.
“When do I start?!” I said bluntly, without thinking. I made a little nervous chuckle afterwards. His face lit up.
“Well.. what we normally do is have a second interview to make sure I’m not being biased and that you’re not…”
“Crazy?” I finished for him. He laughed.
“Well, yeah, that too!” He agreed. “we’ll have a background check done and whenever it comes in, we’ll call you in to do paperwork. It shouldn’t take too long. You haven’t… killed… anybody have you?”
I paused and took my eyes off his gaze to stare at a spot in the comic section of the bookshelf for dramatic effect.
“Not that I can remember, ” I said.
He laughed and said “What would Michael say about you if I called him and asked him?” (Michael is my supervisor at the grocery store, of whom also mentioned me to the BAM district manager)
I told him not to ask Michael anything about me. “He’d say I’m crazy, but I’m fun to be around and I keep the party going!”
The conversation lingered on like so for a few more minutes. We stood up, shook hands and parted ways. He said to be on the look out for a call around Monday.
Monday was my 20th birthday. I didn’t get a call.
I spent my birthday doing laundry, having coffee with friends and going thrift store shopping all over Murfreesboro. The entire time I had my phone in my hand, ready to pounce on that “TALK” button as soon as it popped up on my screen.
Never happened.
It’s Wednesday now. Senior day at my grocery store and it was also extra crowded because the weather man was calling for snow. People go crazy in Tennessee when they hear the word “snow”. It’s like blowing a dog whistle in a kennel. It’s a catastrophe. (Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating… maybe…)
Any who, I was completely exhausted after work, but I wanted to go talk to the manager at Books-A-Million again. After all, this job is a doorway to my dream career. I am not backing down! That job was mine from the moment I sat down in that cafe chair, mind you!
I went inside and grabbed a copy of “Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance” by Robert M. Pirsig along with a copy of “The Portable Atheist” by Christopher Hitchens. After I paid for my lovely literature, I asked the cashier to page the manager to front so I could talk to him since I hadn’t received a phone call Monday.
To my surprise a woman showed up at the front. It was the woman I had originally talked to on the phone that scheduled my interview Tuesday before last. We sat down in the chairs beside the main door and chatted.
A second interview.
She was very impressed by my enthusiasm (Note: I had just worked an 8.5 shift on Senior Day in a grocery store]. She also liked how confident I was (am) about increasing the sells of magazines and BAM Membership Discount Cards, which is the main thing a cashier must sell in order to basically keep their job. I told her I would do anything just to be a part of this store and that if she gave me a goal, I would meet it and beat it!
(Rhyming makes you seem smarter. It’s true.)
After our little chat, she told me she would email me a link to go to when I get home to submit for a background check. I should be going in Saturday or sometime next week to do paperwork. Whenever my background check comes back in.
I am so completely excited and happy with my life.
When I get Discover, Daymar and MTSU paid off I will slowly wean myself off of Kroger and try to get on at Books-A-Million full-time. (hopefully)
Imagine something so buttery
That makes me go nuttery
So salty, so delightful
It’s beautiful and insightful.
But what happens when my treat runs out?
I’m so empty, filled with doubt
All that I am left with is excess sour cream
I guess nothing really is what it seems
But I love baked potatoes, I love them a lot
So luscious and warm and can’t be sought
It melts in my mouth on each occasion
I could swallow it whole, like some Asian persuasion.
I just want everyone to taste the masterful dish
So good and creamy, it’s my only wish.
I’m nervous. For some reason, that’s the only time I get nervous.
I can go to work at the grocery store and have all the confidence in the world, but as soon as I leave I turn into this introverted, socially inept person. The job interview is for Books-A-Million this Friday. I have always wanted to work in a book store. I feel like that would get my foot in the door towards what I want to do with my life. Although, I have this feeling that if I do get hired it will just be seasonal. There is a possibility that after my 60-Day probation period, they’ll keep me and I’ll move up. Hopefully. I’ll have to meet their quota of magazine and BAM Card sales in order to stay.
Even if this job doesn’t work out and it turns into just a seasonal job, I will have a little extra money in my pocket and a little extra experience under my belt. I don’t plan on leaving my local grocery store. It’s a steady job with great benefits. It’s safe. 
Moving on, as you can assume by the title of this post I have received the new iPhone 4. Not the 4S, just the 4. I don’t think Siri is all that important. She just Googles things for you.I love it. It’s the best phone I’ve ever had. It doesn’t even compare to any other phone I’ve had and I had a Droid before I ventured onto the world of Apple.
I’m also attempting to film a video for The Project for Awesome! It’s a YouTube Fundraiser for charity in a way. It’s December 17th, the day that YouTubers big and small gather together and upload a video about the charity that they chose to raise money for it. There’s also a 24hr livestream with several big YouTubers (partners) going on all day December 17th. I feel like this will help me get my YouTube channel started. I’ve wanted to have an active channel for a while now. I have a lot of great ideas, I’m just skeptic about starting one. I feel like it’s time for it though. My charity is First Book. I would tell you more about it, but I’ll let you watch my video on December 17th! 
John & Hank Green: creators of "Project For Awesome"
And finally, my promise to blog regularly. Things might be a little hectic considering my birthday and holidays are in the wake. My birthday is in five days and I’m having a dinner with my friends on Saturday. We’re going to a restaurant I’ve never been to before and I’m pretty excited. I just hope I can find the place! Haha! Look at me planning things and I don’t even know how to get there! I’ll be turning 20 which is, like 19, another awkward age. I’ll no longer be a teenager and I still can’t drink… legally.
Thanksgiving was fun. I didn’t have to work the day of or after so I ended up spending time with my family and my friends. I went to my dad’s side of the family for Thanksgiving dinner and was a little on edge for some reasons. I’ve never felt like I fit in with my cousins. I love them with my whole heart and would do anything for them, but they just get along better with my sister than they ever have with me. I was pretty quiet at the dinner table. I ended up standing at the bar rather than sitting at the table with them. It’s nothing against them, I just had nothing to contribute to the conversation that was flowing around me. After I took pictures with my grandparents and aunt, I ventured out to the road for my 45 minute long destination to my mothers house. When I arrived, everyone had left. I settled down into the couch with some leftovers and watched Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part Two with my mom. The movie ended and I was on the road, yet again, heading to my friend Taylor’s house for beer pong and drinking games.
Plans for my birthday? You’ll find out soon!
I have about three blog posts in the making.
Be on the lookout for the following:
- USCAN Etiquette
- 20th Birthday
- CDs & Music Videos/YouTube Live Videos VS. Physically going to the concert
(title in the works)
I’ve been thinking a lot today and as I type this without using my right pointer finger because I cut it on a razor shaving my legs (don’t ask how because I couldn’t tell you) I have come to the conclusion of what I want to do with my immediate future.
I was brainstorming topics for my blog and my dad asked what I was doing. I told him “Working on my blog.” He said “Your 
what?”. I said, “My.. blog…”. He then proceeded to tell me how the internet is the worst thing ever created and how Facebook is the destroyer of the Earth. Which, I agree on some circumstances, but I pretty much stay on the side that stands for the internet being the most monumental thing ever established.
After cursing out my dad about my financial situation (it’s a long and confusing argument I’d rather not get into, kind of a circle actually), I went on a drive. A short drive, mind you, but it led me into thinking about what exactly I am doing with my life. I ask myself that constantly. “What am I doing with my life?” I rearranged that question to ask a new question “How can I improve my life?”. That answer is simple. Do the things that make me happy. Do things I want to do. What do I want to do? I want to be a blogger. I want to be many things, but for now I want to be a blogger. I want to write blog posts. I want strangers to comment on them and give me feedback. I’d like to get paid later on, but for now I’ll practice and post and do my best.
I also want to be a YouTuber like Toby Turner, ShayCarl, JennaMarbles, JacksFilms and the Vlogbrothers. I don’t necessarily aspire to be a YouTube partner; I just want to make videos. So for Christmas, I am simply asking for an HD camera with a tripod and a nice bag to carry it all in. I think that falls under the $200 price range Santa set. I have a few ideas set aside for some videos. Simple videos like the accent challenge, “10 Things…” and et cetera until I buy fancy editing software to be able to do more things. Or a new computer. Whichever comes first.
Also, the 50 Journal Prompt Challenge that I started… not finishing it. Surprised? Meh. The topics became too vague for me to actually sit down and write about. To me, the rest of the questions became a one sentence-er so I really didn’t see the point in completing the challenge. Instead, I am going to work on improving my blogging skills. I’ve got a few things in mind so hold on tight! It’s going to be a fun ride!
(sneak peek of whats to come:)
The ShayTards just posted their 1,000th video on YouTube and I can’t help but think how monumental that is. With 977,468 subscribers and over 400 million views, they are still going and have no current intentions to stop vlogging.
If you are a fan of James Blunt, you’ve already seen a member of the Shaytard family. Babytard, the youngest girl in the family, is on the cover of Blunt’s “Some Kind of Trouble” album.
I’ve been watching them for, going on three years now. So much has happened in their lives that I have seen and been apart of. Babytard growing up, Princesstard losing her teeth, Sontard getting those dance moves of his, Rocktard being born! I’ve been with the Shaytard family through all the moves and every family cookout.
Shay has put up a video (almost) every single day for the past two years of his family for the world to watch. I was seventeen when I started watching Shay Carl and I’m about to turn twenty in a couple of weeks. 
I feel like I’m apart of this family. I feel like when I watch them, I’m watching a video that was made for me (a little conceited, I know), but it’s true. They do make videos for me. For us. The Shaytard Rebellionites.
I was there when Shay and Collette called in to Dave Ramsey on Debt Free Friday and screamed about how they are debt free. It was a very overwhelming video to watch. Collette started crying and I could also see tears swelling up in Shay’s eyes. I also deal with debt and I can’t wait for the day I’m out of it.
“Just this part of my day,where I get to see my whole family sleeping and I get to see that they’re all taken care of,to me that is my ultimate job,that is the number one priority that is in my life is just to make sure that these people are happy”
-Shay
Any troubles (which are minimum) that they go through, I go through as well. Maybe not in the sense of exact troubles, but I can feel what they’re feeling when they vent in the vlogs. I’m there. I’m with them. They don’t know who I am, but I know them. And I love them with my entire heart.
ShayLoss is another big thing he’s done with the vlogs. It’s a separate YouTube channel, but still one that he manages. It was a weight loss vlog that was updated once a week. It contained him and a few other YouTubers that wanted to lose 50+lbs. The first one to lose 50 lbs wins. Shay would give cash prizes to each week’s biggest loser and donate the same amount to a chosen charity. Shay has lost about 80+lbs. He looks completely different from what he was a year ago or even comparing him to when the vlogs were first starting he looks like a new man.
A big thing Shay instills in every one of his videos is that they create their own happiness. The Butler Family gives hope and encouragement to not only kids but all ages to live your life the way you want and just be happy. Of course the kids fight and throw fits and show off, but it’s inevitable. Shay and Collette are literally living the dream. They love what they do and they love their lives. It warms my heart that there are people out there like that. I remember back when Shay was working for the radio and he was sort of an”inspirational speaker”. He always says that just smiling puts you in a better mood. That little spark of optimism sits in the back of my mind. It’s true, though. When I’m having a shitty day, I think to myself: Why is it so shitty? Will it matter a day from now? Month from now? Why not be happy now? Of course, you’re going to have those days where you feel like total shit and you want to feel like total shit and that’s okay. But happiness is a choice. Your emotions are what you choose to feel.
"Happiness Is A Choice" - Shay Carl Butler
To some viewers, it’s just a show. To me, it’s like my family is sending me videos on how they’re doing every single day. I love it. I don’t think I would be the person I am today without the influence of ShayCarl and his family. I would not be this level-headed of a person. I would not be able to find my happiness in hectic situations. I would not be myself. They’re a part of who I am and a part of my everyday life. Literally.
“If you’re happy and you know it, SMILE!”
- Babytard
I remember seeing this book under the “Customers Who Bought This Item Also Bought” section after book surfing on Amazon.com. There was a video in the middle of the webpage and it sucked me right in! It was only a minute and a half long, but the context gave a vague description about a high school senior, murders and romance. I instantly ordered it and with my Amazon Prime account, I received the book in two days with free shipping.
[to view the video I watched, click here]
Upon starting this book, I couldn’t help but compare this to Twilight. Mostly because Twilight was, to me, a vaguely written book. It lacked detail in areas where I had to create the story myself… If that makes sense…
This book was the author’s (Michelle Hodkin) first publish and I was subconsciously determined to bash the book completely. I could not. The way Hodkin elaborates intimately is so entrancing that you can not pull away. I found myself saying to myself “Just one more chapter… OH MY GOD! Okay, one last chapter and I’m going to bed. What the hell, one more won’t hurt… Well, I have to know what happens now since she left me hanging”.
I then find myself up at 4 AM finishing the book.
It takes a lot from me for me to get emotionally into a book. There were parts in this novel that made me want to burst out cryin
g. I can truthfully say that towards the middle or two-thirds into the book, I was on the verge of tears expelling from my eye sockets. I wanted to reach through and shake Mara and tell her that what she was seeing wasn’t real. I wanted to be in Mara’s position when her heart raced as Noah’s fingers traced her arm. I felt as though I were right beside them in the race for time against a loved one’s life. Not to give too much away, I can tell you that when you buy this book you will not regret it. There is not a single boring part in this novel.
I don’t want to give too much away, but I will say this. The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer by Michelle Hodkin blew my mind away. I didn’t expect something this compelling! To think that only after a year and ten days of writing the book, Hodkin’s story sold! In the works of publication! This gives me hope considering this is Hodkin’s first novel.
[to view the interview with Hodkin, click here]
Tonight I attended a concert at Mercy Lounge in Nashville with my friends Danielle and Lexi. I wanted to get there early because I had been following Motion City Soundtrack on twitter and last night when they were playing in Athens, Georgia, they had a meet and greet before the show since it was delayed. I had the smart idea of persuading Danielle to drive to the venue two and a half hours early so we could stand outside and possibly get a meet and greet with the band. Didn’t happen, although I did get a close call with Tony Thaxton! Jack’s Mannequin was headlining, but I was mostly there to see Motion City Soundtrack.
Before our 40 minute venture, we stopped by this gas station so Lexi could relieve herself and Danielle could get a little snacky-pooh because she hadn’t eaten at all today. The cashier girl gave me this cute little pamphlet about American Spirit cigarettes since I stood there for longer that she anticipated, not know which kind of AS Cigarette I wanted. 
We pulled out onto the road after retrieving fuel for the show and not even two minutes down the road we hear a loud POP! All three of us screamed with terror! It sounded like somebody was shooting at the car! Were they? No. It was hail. A completely random hail storm decided to originate itself on top of Murfreesboro. And of course when we pulled under a bank ATM awning it would cease.
When we finally arrived at Mercy Lounge after the twist and turns of the small Nashvillian roads, I was utterly gushing with excitement. We parked right out in front and were one of the first ten people there. We witnessed Company of Thieves unload their equipment from their tour bus and I had a close encounter with Tony Thaxton from Motion City Soundtrack as I said earlier. Danielle, Lexi and I were standing right in front of the doors in the midst of a crowd and I see Tony Thaxton staring out of the window of the doorway. I didn’t expect him to come out because I thought that the girls would have a mini flash mob around him. They didn’t, to my surprise. It was an 18 and up show so I should have known better. Tony passed right in front of me to go down the stairs and to the bands tour bus. He smelled like old spice and sunshine! I also saw Matthew Taylor from Motion City Soundtrack walking around in the parking lot before the show. What a handsome man, I tell you!
The doors finally opened at three after six. It had been sprinkling and the security guards moved the crowd from the covered ramp to the opposite side where the fans were spilling down the staircase and into the parking lot. It was very uncomfortable even though the three of us were on the first and second steps of the staircase. Danielle and I had man butts in our faces for a good half hour. Lexi had to separate from us because she had her ticket printed out while Danielle and I had “will-call” tickets waiting for us. We entered the venue and I was very surprised to see how small it was! I loved it! Small venues are my favorite. They display the bands and the music to seem more personal than what they usually are if you go to a big venue like Gaylord or Ryman or Bridgestone.
Of course the first thing a girl has to do when she gets to any destination is urinate. Danielle and I did out business while waiting on Lexi to get her I.D. checked. The security guards were dumb as shit and didn’t know basic mathematics in order to calculate to see how old someone was. One girl’s I.D. showed her birthday as 06-17-1993 (somewhere along that year). Both of the dumbass security guards would not let her through because they were determined to believe that this chick was still seventeen. They didn’t realize that she was a freshly new eighteen year old. I’m guessing she eventually got in or got her money back for her ticket. Not sure what happened…
We waited more in this cramped dark crowed listening to 70′s disco music for a good hour before the first band played. The girl in Company of Thieves was so energetic! They’re a local band from Chicago. Definitely a band I would go see again if given the chance.
Right before Motion City was so hit the stage, these two girls were pushing their way through the crowd to get closer to the action. The three of us were about four rows behind the stage. Fairly close.
“Our friend is up there!” the overweight, red-streaked hair girl bellowed. “We’re trying to get to our friend.”
I highly doubt they had any friend at the front of the stage. I think they were just saying that so they we would let them cut in front of us. If you’re that desperate to get closer to the stage, you could have simply said “Excuse me” or told us what you were doing instead of being a lying fan girl. I’ve seen Motion City Soundtrack already, I could have happily let you in front of me instead of having you lie to me. Throughout the whole Motion City set she was bouncing and jumping and jiggling. In other terms, she was irritating the living shit out of me. She continuously cried and let everybody in her vicinity know that she was in love with Justin Pierre. She can have him. I had my eye on Matthew Taylor for the majority of the time. For some reason I always fall for bassists…
Then the headlining Jack’s Mannequin popped up on stage. Andrew McMahon would start out the set with “Amy, I” considering the first words were “Snow on the ground in Tennessee…”. I enjoyed it, though. I sung my heart out and had smokers cough in between songs (which pretty much summed up the whole concert). For some reason, when Jack’s Mannequin came out to perform, I felt something burst and dissipate within my chest. I wasn’t saddened, exactly. I just became uninterested. He sounded exactly what I had been listening to the past two months on my iTunes and YouTube. I wasn’t impressed. Andrew McMahon is a great performer, don’t get me wrong. I just don’t think I would go to a mainstream concert unless I am obsessed with the band completely.
We left about four songs into Jack’s Mannequin. All of us were tired and sweaty and still irritant of that crazy bitch and the fact that we could breathe everyone’s breath. It was just completely uncomfortable three hours into it.
We spent a lot of time waiting, but I loved every minute of it. I felt like I grew closer to Lexi and Danielle. Lexi and I shared cigarettes on the way back to the ‘Boro. We stopped by Ihop. It seemed like the best thing to consume after a tiring night of screaming dancing and sweating. Our waitress was very quiet and slow. Not in the retarded sense. To me, she acted like she was stoned or tripping out. Her movements were very slow and precise. It could also be because she hated her job, Lexi stated. Which, I would hate my job too if I worked graveyard shift at a shitty diner. No offense to Ihop. You have splendid food.
Here are a few more photos from the night:
“Make Marijuana Legal” sticker on Andrew’s piano. (:
