yo, that's wack if i'm not the baddest


profile * old * mail * fucking sign it* or how about a nice note? you go forward / i'll go backwards


this morning i got the phone: "BREANNA! Where the HELL are you! GO to school!" rush rush. kiss jeremy on the forehead, then he sat up and we noticed something very strange. hair. hair everywhere, his hair, falling out. for the past few weeks, i've been brushing hairs off my sweater after he hugs me or sweeping them off the couch after we make out but now he saw me seeing them. i couldnt say anything. he looked so sad. i took my economics book and slithered out the door. when i got home from school he was still in bed sobbing.

"you know i'm going bald."

"shh. we'll shave your head. you still look gorgeous, like moby or that guy on nightcourt"
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