This was markedly the first of many times that the man Iâ€™d longed for so desperately finally showed up – at the entirely wrong time.
I had not only a purse, but smokes in said purse. I walked to school like a badass. Just having them on my person gave me the confidence of Madonna.
One month later, we moved to Sparks. The subtitle of this blog should be â€œSparks Is a Gateway Drugâ€ but no one would even know what the fuck Sparks was so it wouldnâ€™t be funny. Sparks sucks so much that it would fuck up my entire blog subtitle. Yeah, thatâ€™s how much Sparks sucks.