- i was trying to get to a house show, got pulled over, and was told i hadn’t fully yielded at a yield sign, and that i did not turn on my signal when i was turning right after he was following me, but yes then he said i had. and because i had a past history they were going to take me to fulton county jail. another officer showed up and they told me they were taking me to jail because i wasn’t allowed to be out and it wasn’t safe. i was crying and begged them not to take me to jail and just let me go home instead. i wouldn’t go to the show, promise. 

-i was at some spice tasting place i think i have visited in my dreams before (i wish it was real) and was with this really boring family that just wanted to try mint and spearmint and cocoa to go along with their desserts and i kept talking to the server separately and asked her to bring be spicy stuff and curry powders.

-went in to a back room/my bedroom and recorded a song onto my webcam (see above pic). lyrics: “i hope when you smoke pot you look something like this *blows raspberry*/ and when my friends see you i hope they say something like this *blows raspberry*/because i hate your face/ i hate your face/ i hate your face/ i hate your face” and Travis kept trying to come in and hear but i kicked the door closed on him (sorry!). the song was super manic-pixie ish and i was playing ukelele and wearing plaid.