i’m pretending i’m a ghost giving an interview on what it was like to die in the late nineties

hello my name is cynthia and i died in a freak skip-it incident

favorite spice girl? well you know i don’t like to make snap judgements but if we’re purely going off of assumed personality i would have to go for ginger

no i don’t believe in y2k

yeah nafta seems like a good idea i guess, i don’t really pay attention to things like that though

did the rookie mod eye tutorial put on my friend’s mom’s romper and started walking through my empty house trying to scare myself, it’s working

#offtheshoulder #pit

drag appropriate 24/7

flashback to when i used to play ice hockey (aaah i miss it so much and yet not at all) — since you would get so hot playing anyway, i would usually just wear a bra under my jersey/chest pads, but my tummy skin was still exposed under the long jersey so when i came off the ice, my stomach would be cold no matter how hard i was sweating. i remember sitting in the locker room, laughing in my chest pads, clutching my stomach fat into a little bowl in my hands and saying “my stomach feels like frozen bread dough!” and all the pretty skinny normy girls on my team not knowing how to react. 

oh, those #~* pretty skinny normy girls *~# . i remember wanting to be them except not at all. kind of like hockey itself. they had the beautiful bodies and the unlimited text plans and athletic abilities, i had the sense of humor and the boobs and slightly sub-par defensive skills.

double baggin’ it tonite

because i fucking can 

nbd just getting ready for my first day of kindergarten

the ring/my so-called life crossover