I really, severely hate the word “clazzy”. Pretentious, prick girls at my school say “clazzy”. Every time they say it, I want to punch them in their clazzy face, like shut that clazzy-ass-mouth of yours, woman.
However, for some reason, when I was trying to figure out what to name this post, the only word that came to my mind was “clazzy”.
So, I got up, ate some oreos dipped in peanut butter to clear my head, and washed that down with almond milk.
But, when I got back to the computer, all I could think of was “clazzy”.
And here we are.
Have a clazzy day, friendz.
OxOx, Amy Rebecca