who gives a fuck about an oxford comma

LATELY, bare trips over and around brisbane and the gold coast, i've been recently informed that my family has access to free entry to any theme park in the gold coast, thanks to probably the dopest woman i have ever met! so super. in dire need of pyramid studds for a d.i.y project, that i've been meaninglessly filling my spare hours with, from boots, to dresses, to collars to anything you can name, gimmie a minute and ill throw it down. stumbled upon a 900 track listing of music i used to muse over when i was in the 6th and 7th grade, if you were to judge those years on what types of music i listened to, i think you'd fall upon a sex fiend gangster librarian who spends her spare time riddled with coachella and heavy metal. thats all too hilarious to me contemplating on throwing a quick playlist together to give yous an insight .. hmm ..

And one of the two women i spent cheating on you with, love of my life, my great grandmother. we spent majority of our mornings, talking about my great grandfathers life,(which included fighting in the war, being saved by a german, and sneaking into egypt all before he was 21! and im 17 and look how far i've made it, hmph) my great granduncles story (which sadly, concluded in him being a prisoner of war for 4 years)her teenage years of rock n roll dances (she was definately one of those girls haha no need to wonder where i get my mischevious curious behaivour from) , and sneaking on the army boys jeeps, dicey music and hot beverages. i miss already! xo