  That pizza sure hit the spot. The spot in my lower intestines. OH UGH GOTTA GO! Instead of going to the park, I am quickly running to Nick's studio to decide on two of the four headshots he blew up.
I hope I can make it back to work in an hour. It will be a close one. I am so fucking nervous about these pics. I have spent a GREAT deal of money and I really need them to turn out well. They are supposed to save my life.
And what if they don't? I prayed on them last week. I asked God to please bless them and make them what I need. I hope my prayer goes through. Pray that my prayer goes through, k? K. K (now I wear white hoods and believe in white supremacy) never. always. adios. 
