A store in Iowa is interested in my wine bags (and possibly more) for wholesale!

That would be fucking SUH-WEEEET.
Here’s the link to my store,
Gang Greene Co. I hope this works out! *fingers crossed*
extra embarrassment, with a dash of smut
A store in Iowa is interested in my wine bags (and possibly more) for wholesale!

That would be fucking SUH-WEEEET.
Here’s the link to my store,
Gang Greene Co. I hope this works out! *fingers crossed*
just hanging around on a Saturday evening.
I love this sweatshirt. It is soooooo comfy. Thanks a bunch, Colin.
Right now, I’m contemplating my escape back to Kirksville tomorrow morning. I still have a few things I’d like to do tomorrow but I desperately want to make it back to Kirksville before 3pm. I have a shit-load of things to do for homework that I couldn’t do while I was here. Examples are:
-make those damned flashcards for Renaissance art
-attach what I can to that piece of stained wood for fibers
-freakin’ finish that head for fibers
-mafff
-finally relax—I get so stressed out being home with my mom
I’m currently burning myself a cd for my trip too, since Ashley is going back up with her parents. I’m pretty sleepy and I didn’t get to run because my parents are crazy and think I’m going to get kidnapped or run-over.
Alright, I think I know what I’m going to do tomorrow. I’m having lunch with my grandma at bubbletea tomorrow, maneuvering around saint louis so I can buy some food for home in kv, I would like to get a new dress, if possible and leave by noon. I’m bringing back my trench, a little girls Target coat I bought this weekend, and I whatever else I’m forced to bring back.
I noticed that while I’m home, I blog more, perhaps in frustration, or maybe because my family is crazy and I’m never allowed to leave the house without feeling guilty.
YOUNG MIKE!!! I MISS YOU SOOOOO.