Short and sweet. I'm Jennifer, I'm 19, I'm ditsy, I'm slow with jokes and I have an obsession with converse and funky tights.
Guys who try to use the “Are you on your period?” as way to end an argument always amuse me. Because it gives me the excuse to lean in close and whisper.
“I started my day by waking up in a pool of my own blood. Is that how you’d like me to end yours?”
Drunk. Kitchen floor. Eating 2nd rocket ice lolly. Lips numb from cold. Unsure what jammies I’m wearing.