Day Three in Suburban Hell

Oh my gosh. I'm so over this, already. We're in CHICAGO and haven't done anything. Plus, I don't know what this lady's deal is, but I guess she doesn't believe in air conditioning. Um .. Excuse me! It's a hundred freakin degrees outside. Let's get some AC going. Ugh. I am so bored and still sick. This stupid dog keeps shedding everywhere, and I'm allergic to dogs. And cats. And old people. Anyway .. I'm honestly just ready to hop back on the train and go home. I mean, my sister and I sat in the house alone all day. We don't know anything about anything here! So what were we left to do? Look at each other and watch TV. I'm telling you .. I'm in the mood of all moods right now. My best friend's blowing me off. My family's ridiculously disfunctional. I can't freakin BREATHE with all this humidity. And my hair .. We won't get started on the hair. I still just can't believe how clueless this kid is. Maybe that's what I'm really upset about. I mean, you complain about never being able to find what you want. All the while, it's sitting RIGHT here in front of you. Screaming in your face. I hate boys. I hate my huge boobs. I hate when people touch my face. I hate seeing muffin tops. I hate Tuesdays. I hate being misunderstood. I hate the way bananas feel when you bite into them. I love him. Good night. Picture of the Day:

Peace, Love, and Boobs,

Taylor.