InsaneJournal

I set my jacket on fire.

Now I know what you're thinking. "Kenzi, you are a perfectly sane, yet adorable, individual. Why in the world would you go around setting things that you absolutely love aflame?"

1. I'm adorable? Aw, flatters.
2. No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I didn't pick up matches. I didn't throw them at clothes. I did not, in any way, trash my one of a kind, personally altered leather jacket just because I felt like channeling my inner pyro by setting fires to feel joy. No. Nyet. Nah-uh. Not me. What I did do was reach for it before the flames of frickin' jacket ruining hell SPAWNED from MY HANDS and LANDED ON MY BABY.

She was innocent. She was young. She did not, in any way, sign up for this.