I’m aware I’m a hot mess.

If you have noticed my lack of posting in a few days and have survived the horrible withdrawal, I bring you with yet another fix of Kendra. I barely have the energy or concentration needed to blog. It took me twenty minutes to type all of this. No, it’s not even objectionable that I have ADD. I am so badly unfocused, that inbetween this sentence and it’s prior, I read the entire directions label on the tube of my ‘Burt’s Bees Beeswax Lip Balm.’

In my real life, I visited a mental institution (and no, not to check in. Yet.) for my psychology course. After being told I was going to get cut and raped for the seventh time I stopped and began to think, something I don’t do often, that I needed to blog in my fake life again.

LeLutka released several new hairs within the recent days, and saying I wet myself in a glorious stupor would be an understatement. My bladder excreted a fountain of giddy urine. Throw up from the mental image and get back to me, gurl.

I like the hair.

I am so devilishly tired it’s painful to keep my eyes awake. My recommendation, yes, the hairs are good and you should get them. But the last one, Lea #4 gets a little “I just woke up and smoked a rock of crack I found in this dude’s ass.” lookey. I don’t know what I’m talking about, or where I am. This will be the worst blog post I ever make, and I’m sorry you’ve had to read this. If it’s any consolation, Emleigh Westland apparently drinks too much milk and Plastic Swords doesn’t drink any. James Schwarz either wants Em to be healthy or die, Gabe Bookmite doesn’t know where kilts are from and Alicia Chenaux is cold as hell. Good night, blog, before I end my own life.

Do me a solid and buy the LeLutka hairs. I need to look like this post has done anything useful.

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