READING ROCKS!

Between 11/04 and 8/05, I went to AVARA'S INTERNATIONAL ACADEMY OF HAIR DESIGN AND TECHKNOWLOGY in Dundalk, MD, a country fried suburb of many of my fav. hillbilleighs just outside of Baltimore Cittimore. Butt of many classist jokes (tho people in Dundalk were on average a lot more comfortable with a girl being their barber than the more collegiate types who come to the barbershop I work at now, surprisingly enough (come proove me wrong! 241 W read st I'm in on tuesdays wednesdays fridays and deathdayss)).
Next to Barber school (where you start cutting hair on the first day and start barfing from the perm smell and the grease in the clients' hair and the farts of life the second day) is a ROYAL FARMS. Oh god I love royal farms, you know why? Cos I can buy an ice cream or a bag of potaytoe chippse or fried chicken or a ratt tape or a big n tasty water while "everyone's a winner" by hot chocolate plays on the speakers in the ceiling. The clerks are always clean, and the store is nice. There is usually a gallant man outside to compliment me on my appearance and invite me to futurre adventures. They have these cheese fries, i loved to eat them with my model for my barbering exam, Jay. We ate 20 one time before his shave.
However, these fries taste so so goot there's gut to be something delicious in the like MSG!!!!!!