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I'm too excited, although I'm not sure what I'm excited for. Nothing's happening.

I hate being born in June. I hate being 16. Doctors are like how old are you? And i'm like.. almost 17. like in literally two days. but, no. Legally, my body I can't handle or even be near a radiation tracer until fucking friday. Oooh, ima mature so much in 48 hours. Maybe I'll even grow some tits. Or learn how to take picture's of my dad's chemo dude's camero correctly.

Behind my hand is the most beautiful yellow camero ever. Go to med school.

Guys. I fucking hate birds.

Today I was having a nice stroll in my garden, not really tho, I was just checking out the neighbor's babies (she runs a daycare bidnit.) And then out of fucking no where this little birdie next me is like chirp, chirp, help me jessica, my wing is broken. And i'm like awww, birdie, stay RIGHT here, *runs inside to get surgical gloves* K, i'm back! Lemme love you. And the bird's like ahhh, no! Fuckin tease -_-. So after 30 minutes of chasing this bitch around my backyard, I finally got it under a pot. The moment I fucking touch the bird it goes FUCK YOU CAW CAWWWWWW RAWRRR fucking 200 decibelssss RAWRRSS WEEWOOWEEWOO.  And all these other birds out of fucking nowhere are now swarming my backyard and it's loud as fuck. Avoiding Alfred Hitchcock type shit, I run back inside and to make cupcakes and nuoc mam (fish sauce). Btw, that bird's still outside where I first found it waiting to fuck over the next victim.