Cool as a cucumber, Ms. Tre.
Not me, though. Me? I’m confused. On torn between the milk that shot outta my nose just now and the realization that I’m just a teeny, tiny bit afraid of you in this moment…
Just sippin' your coffee with a DOES NOT GAF look on your face.
Brrrr…
;) xoxo
I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.
I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.
