I’m going to my aunt and uncle’s cottage for a few days, they live on a house on the property and the orginal cottage is for guests, anyway, best friend, cousin, and I have the whole thing to ourselves while they’re away and my cousin was like “Oh but we have to feed the horses” and then cartoon hearts shot out of my eyes and I died because I forgot HORSES!
Sometimes I forget that when I was in high school my best friend’s boyfriend worked in the factory that made Clinique, Estee Lauder, Prescriptives, Stila, and MAC products. They’d give them huge bags of “flawed” product, flawed being something like it wasn’t poured smoothly or the label was on wrong. EVERY MONTH they got these bags. And it was all ours.
#don’t it always seem to go#that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone
Amy, this is for you and Rebekah, because I see your mom like your shit all the time, and like…it must be like watching the soap opera of her children unfold before her eyes. welcome to the future, everyone.