-On my Myspace page I do this thing I like to call "Band Of The Month".  I used to keep a log of the past month bands in a blog on my page but I just recently ran out of room so I'm now going to keep up with the log on this entry so you folks can still look back on bands I have dubbed "Band Of The Month".  I hope you can discover some new bands or genre of music through these bands that I love.

Band Of The Month.


CocoRosie.   August /07

No Doubt.  March /07

Ratatat.  February/07.

Incubus January/ 07

Arcade Fire December / 06

The Blood Brothers.  November/06

Kings Of Leon. October/06

Phantom Planet  September/06

Lydia August/06

Brand New  July/06

Matt Costa  June/06

The Strokes.  May/06

     Tuesday, November 28th;  I went to the ska Streetlight Manifest concert at Tremont.  The audience that night was one of the most diverse ever.. ranging from middle class, middle aged men to chubby eleven year olds.  During Streetlight, Brittani and I decided to go into the middle of the circle pit going on.  While skanking I found a shirt that fell on the floor and decided to pick it up and throw it in the air.  Just so happens when you throw something in the air it's going to come back down.. and this shirt decided to come back down and land on the head of a boy with a mohawk. This shirt covered his whole entire face making him shake his head around like when you put a blanket over a dogs head and they start wipping their head around trying to get out.  Not going to lie... seeing a 6 ft tall guy with a mohawk be all discombobulated over a shirt is pretty funny.
     The 29th of November was my best friend Amanda's 16th birthday.  Me being the amazing friend that's known her since 2nd grade forgot her birthday was on the 29th but, thought it was the 30th.  You can imagine I felt about this small. Well, to make matters worse when she got home that night no one was home, she had nothing to do, and some people were starting shit with her for no reason.  When I found out about this, I went to parents telling them that their 2nd daughter wasn't having a proper 16th birthday so, we ran to Target and got her a present and "other" necessary birthday nic-nacs.  When we got to her house we busted on her door; she opened it and got the pleasent surprise of being sprayed in the face with silly string and loud party horns (those were the other nic-nacs..)   Let me have you know... I will never forget her birthday ever again.
     While at Sarah Woody's 16th Birthday party.. I came up with an invention that's going to make me rich.  After discovering that my friends and I should have gone further than a Brownie in Girl Scouts because we suck at starting a good fire we started toasting marshmallows.  This was when I came up with the invention that is going to make me rich.  What if they sold marshmallows in stores that were filled with chocolate?  Get a bag of those and some graham crackers and voila!... a clean s'more.  I swear if I see this in stores or someone comes out with it before me... I'll punch a baby in the face.  So, yes. Chocolate filled marshmallows-- "the future for s'mores."
     My friend, Shannon, and I realized.. not enough people watch the Macy's Day Parade,at least not enough people in North Carolina do.  Seriously, what is Thanksgiving without seeing Santa come out at the end of the parade or waiting for Barny to fall off his float and get trampled by a marching band or just watching, waiting for one of those oversized balloons to come crashing down.  Macy's Day Parade is what makes Thanksgiving.. well, Thanksgiving.
     I advise you to listen to the new Incubus album, "Light Grenades".  The first single, "Anna Molly" is a word-play off a medical term called "anomaly" which is the deviation from the norm.  My good friend Bryan was the one that discovered this and I thought it was cool so, I thought I would share it with you and it could be one of your "learn something new everyday" moments. 
     I'm proud to say that I worked my first ever Black Friday this year.. and yes, it's just as hectic as it's made out to be on the news.  One thing sucked about working "Black Friday" though... didn't get as many tips because people are "penny pinching" due to the holidays.  Lame. 
      If you like reading my random happenings that I post every month or so, you'll love Sarah Morrison's "Best Week Ever"!  It's basically the same thing, interesting events that have happened to her while living her life, but... more interesting.  Click on that link to read through her Best Week Ever's.. you won't regret it.

                      Check out the new Incubus album and I hope everyone had a lovely Thanksgiving!
     

     I went outside of Coldstone to take a cigarette break one day while at work.  When I opened the door I was bombarded by what seemed like an endless amount of empty boxes sitting on the sidewalk waiting to be crushed.  So, I lit up my cigarette and started breaking down all of the boxes.  Once I was done, I put all of the broken down boxes into one big box so I could get all of them to the recycling can a few stores down in one trip.  I picked up the box that was bigger than me and carried it out to recycling, then decided to be beastly and throw it up and over my head into recycling.  After doing this beastly move, I turned around and did the Hulk impression where he brings his arms over his head and flexes.  I did this all with a cigarette hanging out of my mouth.  Not noticing, a man in a nearby car had been watching the whole time with his window down and was sitting, laughing at my beastly-ness.  So I yelled, "be quiet.. you know it was cute!" then ran away back to the store.  Also, while working by myself one night "June Gloom" by The Like started playing on our new Coldstone C.D.  I blasted it in the back room while singing and dancing like a fool.  Thankgod no one came in the store.
      We found out at Kourtney Bentley's bonfire, if you throw a donut from Dunkin Donuts in direct flame it will last for almost an hour.  It was kind of gross finding out a donut can last in a fire for that long.  At about 4 or 5 in the morning we came in from standing around the bonfire and 6 of us fell asleep on the floor in a small hallway after getting kicked out of her bedroom that she shares with her sister because her sister said we smelled like shit from the bonfire.  It was cozy on that floor.
     I got the part of a complete stoner/hippie in my Theatre II play, "The Achadamee Awards".  I'm slightly excited.. and already thinking of what I want my costume to be like.  I know I'm going to wear moccasins though, and no one's stopping me.
     My school has now had its 4th bomb threat in 2 weeks.  One kid was supposedly caught and attempted suicide after being found out.  Lake Norman is getting to be too dramatic with all these news worthy happenings!  Everyone is starting to think it's going to be like the childrens story Cry Wolf after a while because the board for our school has now made a rule that we don't have to evacuate the school if the administrators don't feel it is a real threat.  So, one day a message will be written on a bathroom stall but it will be real and students will die because the administrators don't "feel it's a threat" and that it's just another prank. We are also now required to have an escort to leave the classroom because of all these "pranks".  I came to the conclusion it's just a leprechaun running around the school slipping through the air ducts with a sharpie in hand giggling and writing "BOMB" on the bathroom stalls.  It's the only reasonable explanation.. I can't think of anyone stupid enough to write a bomb threat FOUR times within days.
     After school one day I went to Sarah's house and we made cupcakes and cookies.  I made one GIGANTIC cookie and decorated it as a pumpkin.  Yeah... it's amazing.  I think I might give it to a homeless man so I know it's fully appreciated. 
     While at Target with Amanda and my Grammie, we split up and I told my Grammie to call my cell phone when she was ready to go.  Forgetting my cell phone in the pocket of my jacket in the car we lost my Grammie.  This wasn't the walk around and casually find her.. no, this was "shit! we've walked around this store 5 times!" kind of lost.  At about the fifth time of circling the store Amanda and I ran into our friend Jennifer while she was working so we asked if she could page over the intercom telling the bitchy old lady to come to where we were.  They paged for her and after a few minutes we were reunited with a loud, oppiniated, old lady.  We were ecstatic! ...Life Lesson: Don't lose grandparents in Target.
     Amanda and I went to Patterson Farms because we were in need of a hayride and some "little kid" fun.  It was 5 dollars to get into the farm and then you had to pay for your pumpkin.  Instead, I put the pumpkin in my bag and stole a nice little pumpkin.  The thing that was so funny about it was not the stealing of the pumpkin but watching me walk around with a pumpkin sticking out of my bag.  Who knew a free pumpkin could brighten your day so much ?!?

 
     

     You know those days that start off bad and just set the mood for how the rest of the day is going to be?  Well, I had one of those days on Thursday and it decided to start kicking my ass at 12:01 in the morning, one minute after the day had started.  I went to bed around 11ish Wednesday night and decided to turn my television for my Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air viewing pleasure from my bed like I have done so many other nights before.  This one particular night though my tv decided it was going to fall off what it was sitting on, wake up the whole entire household and, die.  My parents after about 5 minutes of rushing around the house to find out what the noise was finally decide to come upstairs to find me standing in the middle of my room still basically asleep giggling at the tv smashed on my floor.  They started yelling real loud and something actually got thrown over a television.  The whole time I just stood there staring at the tv trying not to giggle.  When they finally decided to stop yelling and left my room I just fell right back asleep without even caring about the smashed tv lying on my floor.  The next morning I was informed that I was going to be paying for what had happened.. like I intentionally did it. Basically, I am having to pay 200 dollars for a suicidal television.  The moral of this story is.. don't commit suicide, it puts others in debt.
     Sarah Woody and I have discovered we always end up in a conversation in the middle of any store we go into when we go shopping together.  We actually ended up in Forever 21 barefoot and Sarah got a Michael Jackson jacket that made her grab her crotch and spin.
     While at Northlake, Friday afternoon, Sarah and I were approached by 5 guys that asked if we "were into rock music".  We said yes but, later realized I should have asked if Kelly Clarkson counted so they might have gone away because we were asked to listen to their band and awkardly stand there and look interested even though we couldn't even hear the music.  When asked to buy a 5$ c.d one of the guys in the band complimented someone in their Blink 182 shirt so,  I turned them down and Sarah didn't have cash.
     We went into Hollister and came upon the table of tank-tops that was surrounded by 8473498475498734 pre-pubescent girls.  Standing there in awe to this we came up with the idea of video-taping it and introducing ourselves like Steve Irwin did and pretend we were in the jungle of Hollister.  We almost started to but, there were other people around us and we got shy and felt lame.  It was a cool idea though... then Sarah started to describe the shirts by color, cut, and fabric.
     After Northlake we went up to Tremont to see Band of Horses, Chad Vangaalen, and Simon Dawes play.  Simon Dawes wasn't originally on the bill to play and Chad played a longer than life set.  So when Band of Horses finally got out we basically had to leave which was super dissapointing but, so was the crowd.  They all decided to get drunk, hostile, and to start touching Sarah.  I feel kind of bad because that was Sarah's first Tremont experience and it was kind of lame.  At one point Chad Vangaalen started singing Wake Me Up Before You Go by Wham for the drunk guys that were yelling random words and confusing him.  It was cute.
     My family has recently found a lead to my crackhead of an uncle that dissapeared when I was about 7 and I had to go on a Myspace search for her brother for my Mom.  It was weird but, she likes my default picture.
     I got a letter from People to People telling me I was recommended to become a Student Ambassador and go to England and Ireland and all of these other places for 20 days this summer.  I was kind of excited but, found out Sarah was asked as well we got excited and determined. So, this summer we will hopefully be going overseas together.
     I'm proud to say.. Mackenzie and I finally made our long anticipated chocotaco together at work.
but, I'm not proud to say I went home and watched 4 episodes of America's Next Top Model while eating only the cereal part of the Lucky Charms.
     
                                                     

     At the beach Amanda and I wrote out a list of weird ass awesome stuff that happened to us while in North Myrtle but, she hasn't sent me the list yet so, I thought I'd make a short little entry right now instead of a huge one when we finally got the list together.  I promise the next entry will be sarcastic, random, and filled with pictures from the beach.

     One morning I had no ride to work so, I came up with the ingenious idea of calling a taxi that came out to a whopping 15 bucks for a 5 minute ride down the road because I didn't want to ask my friends for a ride to work so early in the morning.  I call up the taxi service closest to me and half an hour later I'm in the taxi with what has to be the most amazing taxi driver ever.  I got a black man whom I couldn't understand a word he said that was driving a cadi with the taxi sign ontop barely hanging on by a thread that chainsmoked Newports the whole way to work.  Now that... that is a man to make yo' baby's daddy.
     While at Carowinds Amanda, Megan, Jen, and I decided to go ride the old wooden coaster called Hurler.  After the first turn on the ride we all always unbuckle our seats so we get thrown even harder around in our wooden bruisebox.  When coming into the station the first time riding Jennifer and I look at each other and I say.. "I feel like I need a cigarette after that long night of hot sex."  She responded, " I don't even smoke and I was thinking the same thing!"  
     Sunday evening at Coldstone two older ladies came into Coldstone and started up casual conversation with me and started asking about the job and all of a sudden randomly one of the older ladies said, "I bet your boobs have gotten bigger since working here because you're working your pecs out so much."  It took about every ounce in me to not fall on the floor and die with laughter because here's two old ladies both dressed in the old lady outfits that match top to bottom including their keds.
   Also, one little girl whispered to her mom, "mommy, is that the elizabeth girl in the pirate movie?"  Needless to say that little girl got some extra m&m's in her bubblegum icecream because she thought I was Keira Knightley.  She was only like 4 and she already knows how to work people... Awesome.
     You know what two teenagers do on a Saturday night when they're bored and have nothing else to do.  They go to Target, get packs of apple juice boxes, coloring books, crayons, go home, crank up crunk music and color in coloring books while drinking apple juice boxes.  Amanda and I win at life.
     Saturday night I needed a breath of fresh air so I decided to go for a walk barefooted down my road and ventured down Perth for a bit only to step on a snail, get whistled at by mexicans, and not have anyone to talk to.  That's when I realized how lousy of a day it had been.
     Could there possibly be anymore motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane???!!!!  Didn't think so.
I made the comparison of the new movie Snakes On A Plane to the classic Jaws because of how cheesy it is but somehow you're still sucked in.  Then I realized.. they can't make more than one movie about snakes on a plane but, then again ... Jaws is basically just a bunch of kids getting eaten over and over again.  Maybe there will be a few more planes with motherfucking snakes in it.
            

     This past Sunday, July 2nd, was my 15th birthday.  Sadly, I had to work from 2-8 all day but, I had lovely visitors bring me a zillion balloons and a party hat that I wore the whole entire day.  Customers leave more tips when you wear a birthday hat..... I got 10 bucks in tips instead of the average 6 bucks.    I think it's going to be my birthday everyday from now on. 
     While at work one day a man came up to us holding one of our ice cream cakes and asked if we could write something on the cake we responded of coarse but, when we asked what he'd like the cake to say he responded "something obscene and rude... you know, something like Happy Birthday Asshole but, I want something more creative." So... I said the first word that came to mind which happened to be fucktard.  There was an old lady eating her ice cream waiting to pay and literally started choking on her ice cream from shock of what I had just said.  She survived and in the end his cake happily said "Happy Birthday Fucktard"!
     Recently, Jackie Zulli and some others discovered Steve Burns, our good old original blues clues front man, did not in fact go off and do crack and have to go to rehab but.... grabbed himself an acoustic guitar and made an indie album, which is very good by the way.  Hurray for 90's kids shows and Steve being the coolest man ever.   "Bye Steve!!!!!"
     Sarah and I have now decided that whenever we can't remember someone's name that is of black ethnicity we are going to call that person "Titembe".
               Just because.
    If you ever get kicked out of Target be prepared to be stared down by lots of customers as the security guards walk you out.  For real..... it was kind of funny though because everyone just kind of stopped what they were doing to watch a group of like 8 "hooligans" walked by getting kicked out. Especially since we didn't do anything except play tag and sit in little kids chairs, we were such criminals.
                                                                        
                    
    

     Yeah, so..... my summer has gotten even weirder.
Morgan has been here now for the past three nights and we haven't stopped drinking coffee and being crazy since. 
     
Tuesday night while Megan and I were in the car we got a call from Morgan and went on an adventure to go find Morgan and pick her up from Ryan's house.  Once we found her after receiving the shittiest directions on Earth we went back to my house and chilled.  Megan and I made a video of us dancing to the Moldy Peaches- Lil' Bunny Foo Foo, it's kind of cute.
     
Wednesday, Morgan and I went on a walk and went to the swings and down to the lake and saw stereotypical latinos.... 20 guy with no shirts on playing soccer with one chick sitting waiting for her Pedro while rocking one of her babies at a picnic table.  There was also a chick that asked us randomly if we'd like a picture together and a boat that was named TOTAL  K-OSS !!!!  
                      People amuse me.
      When we got back to my house we drank at least 4 cups of coffee, sat on my backdeck till 2 a.m, and just talked forever.  It was real nice.  We didn't go to sleep until maybe 6 a.m.
     
Thursday, Sarah, Morgan, and I ventured to downtown Davidson and got curly fries at The Soda Shoppe and had an out of body experience on a tree swing.  After just walking around we sat down on the couch outside of Summit coffee house where Morgan saw one of her friends that isn't talking to her at this moment and won't answer her phone calls.  While debating whether or not to go in and say hello and apologize she would talk to his friend that came outside.... after a while he went back in and they went out of the coffee shop the back way when Morgan was about to go talk to him.  It was real childish.  There was also a chick at The Soda Shoppe that Morgan knew and while catching up with her she explained her homeless situation and after telling her that the chick proceeded to say " at least you didn't get dumped last night".......like, what the fuck.  I just looked at Sarah and laughed at the vain comment.  So...we walked out without paying for our milkshakes, they weren't all that good anyways.
     So, for most of the time we just sat on the couch outside Summit and people watched.  I enjoyed it.  I really, really love people. Seriously, just take a day and do nothing but sit downtown and watch people go by. It will make you feel so much better about yourself.  We saw a cute little girl that said hello and I told her I liked her dress. We saw people belting out the lyrics to the songs playing on their radios, old ladies, mexicans that would yell random pick up lines, a truck driving by that had an arcade video game system just sitting in the back of it, and so many other odd and completely stereotypical people.  
     When we got back to my house we drank coffee and sat on my backdeck and went insane, burned matches, sang "me... and your mom.... got it on....... last nightttttttt".
     I really mean it when I say I love people and their drama and their havoc.. just everything.

     I also got the job at Coldstone so.... I'm pretty sure there's going to be more descriptions of random people that made my day because of what they did or said or wore, etc.  Don't be insulted by my comments, they're here so when I look back at the shit I've done and the people that I've seen, met, heard, etc. Because, I realized today... I won't be able to remember the little things that just make everything so much better in my life.
    
     Morgan got an offer to go live in Greensboro with some friends.  I think it would be perfect for her and she would be so happy there. So, I hope it all works out for the best in her favor and if you hear rumors that Morgan is insane and beat her mom .. DO NOT believe them, serious.
   
   And by the way, I'm going to be the cutest little old lady in the whole entire world. When I get real old all I'm going to do is drink coffee, smoke cigarettes, play card games, and bake. I'm never going to talk except for to the people that I really care about and I'm not going to drive and have people drive me around while I sit there in matching cute little outfits and a little pocket book with my hands crossed in my lap.  Life is going to be good when I get old and cute.
   Also, Sarah and I are moving to Seattle to a little apartment where our only means of outside communication will be by computer and by the address of our apartment to write to.  So yeah, I'm doing real good.


       

         This week has been full of irony and joy. 

    While at Noah Bayo's house Sarah Woody mixed Sprite and some organic fruit juice together and made life in the form of liquid. It was real good.
        
    Today I went to Chad's going away party.. we all turned into 7 year olds and played red rover and had a rave on chad's backdeck to The Faint and Noah kept trying to put Gravy Train on so Chad would freak out because of the language in the songs since his parents were around. ha.
    
    I did my laundry for the first time in a long while. I felt so productive. 

 That's pretty much it for right now, well...there's plenty more but I have a headache and can't think straight.
 

    

                                                  "Nemo me impune lacessit."  
                                      No one injures me without being punished.
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     I've been reading a lot of Edgar Allen Poe lately, hence the quote.  He really is an amazing writer, I used to think he was real overrated but, the other day I found a Tales of Edgar Allen Poe book and I started to read it. The guy is morbid, I love it all. 
     Friday, I went up to T.R.L with Sarah and Simone. The show itself wasn't all that great but it was some guy named Stan's birthday, which was funny because the first show I went to at T.R.L everyone went to either "Denny's, Waffle House, or some guy named Stan's". So it was ironic that the night I come it was the some guy named Stan's birthday.  
     Sarah and I have decided that we are going to get in the circle pit one day rip off all of our clothes to reveal crazy 80's leotards/spandex and throwdown.  It would be amazing, and so unexpected from us.
     During school on Friday my 2nd period class went out to the football field to put away equipment for the summer when we pulled mats up there was a huge family of toads. I caught one that was HUGE, put it in my bag and brought it to lunch.  No, I didn't do anything cool with it like put it in a toilet or the lunch food... I kind of wish I had now. 
     Just a few hours ago, Kansas showed up at my house. I didn't even know she knew exactly where I lived.... It made my night.  She wins.  I'm expecting lots of random intrusions to my house now, if you don't I do not consider you a friend.
     Saturday, I went to NX for the first time since it was real cold.  I went with my friend, Mark, to get a Dr. Pepper.  When ordering he told the lady, "hold the ice, well put a little in there.." then proceeded to turn to me and tell me he's not getting jipped for a large Dr. Pepper with the amount of a small drink w/ no ice. The girl behind the counter heard him and kept putting more ice in... as we were walking away Mark blurted out "Bitch put too much ice in!"  Way to stick it to the man, Mark.
     At NX that same night there was a 6 ft. tall black man on one of those horse games that you basically have to hump to play..... nothing more can be said about that. 
               There was also a guy bowling that looked exactly like Lil' Jon. I was just waiting for him to pull out his crunk juice, serious.
      Wednesday is my last day of school. I will no longer be a freshman. 
                         I love summer.
  

    

   

     Okay, where to start.
Last night Megan, Jen, Chad and I all headed up to Asheville to go see The Strokes and Apples In Stereo play at the Thomas Wolfe Theatre.  This concert now just hit second on my list of favorite concerts. There was so many amazing people there with awesome style and... there was ofcoarse the drunk fat bitch.
When we got to Asheville we all just kind of walked around, Asheville is such a beautiful town. 
     On our way into the venue one of the fat security chicks started bitching to us about how we couldn't take camera's in and that they would confiscate them forever if we brought it in... mm hmm.  We didn't even say a word to her, we were just taking cool statue pictures and she started bitching to us.  Once we got in we sat down and watched Apples In Stereo. I had heard great things about them, but they weren't really all that good. Every song pretty much sounded the same and they had no energy or anything. It was alright, but The Strokes definitely could of had a better opening band. 
    When the Apples In Stereo set was over we went up to the front because people were filing in and making a crowd up in the front. At first we got like right to the front but one of the old lady usher with their useless flashlights was telling everyone that they were calling the cops because of an NC firelaw code. So, people kept scattering and we just sat in some other people's seats while she was breaking up the crowd in the front.  Then finally everyone was just like eff this and bombarded the stage. Us four booked it to the front and got almost center stage right up against the stage and stayed there for the rest of the night.  We got skills. ha. 
     While waiting forever during the sound checks I had this guy next to me that turned to his buddy and was like, "Oh man! Do you see the fucking chicks around here.. mmmm, we should get like 5 of these tiny ass indie chicks to your apartment in the mountains." Immediately after saying that he started talking to me and asking me where I came from.... creep.  [Jen that's why I was kind of like.. he was a creep when you said he was kind of nice.]  I bet they didn't get a single chick to go back up to their apartment. Well, maybe that drunk fat chick that told me to "bring it". 
     Two girls of the "larger proportion" were drunk off their asses and poured beer all down Jen's back and told me to "bring it" because I gave her a nasty look when she started hitting people while dancing to the set music between shows.  Chad thinks they were lesbians.. I just think they were drunk off their asses.  But then again, my mom said Asheville is for [gay] lovers.
     Once they came on it was amazing. This is where I go teeny bopper fag talk.  Jen and I were dancing and whatnot and Julian Casablancas caught both of our eyes and just stared and smiled for what seemed like an eternity. God, I know my face had to have looked real retarted but I don't care because I held eye contact with Julian. ha. Seriously, The Strokes are perfect and ontop of looking perfect and yeahh... wow, but their music is just even that much better live.
     There was 3 or 4 boys that you could tell probably stay in their garage and model their band after The Strokes or just something because Fab gave one boy drumsticks and he was drumming against the stage with Fab and they were air fingering some of the chords to songs. It was real cool that they got to the front of the stage, unlike the drunk bitch that got pushed way back after a while.  They were so sweet to all of us and didn't ignore us and would come up to the front occasionally when they could. The only thing that was kind of dissapointing was how far away from Nikolai Fraiture I was because I idol him due to his bass skillls but I still had clear sight of his fingers going insane. Fab smoked throughout the whole entire show and at one point Julian and Nick did a keyboard/vocalist song, "Ask Me Anything",  together and fab just sat on a box behind his drums and smoked probably 3 cigarettes in the time of a 3 minute song.  It was great.
     When we got home Meg passed out on my couch and Jen, Chad, and I went downstairs ate some cake and talked till about 4 in the morning. It topped it all off quite well.
    So, I had an amazing night. Stood infront of some of my idols... It still really hasn't quite hit me that that really happened. It seems more like I was watching some live video or something.  If you ever get the chance to see The Strokes you should definitely go and pay every cent that it costs because I promise you it will be worth it. 


         


Love, Ash.

relaxed