HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKEY FRASAAAAA!

I LOVE YOU, FYNEASS !

SO tomorrow marks an important day in my life, simply because my love interest of two years will be turning 18. thereby leaving me in a cloud of illegal dust ( Read more... )

SO ( Read more... )

HEY, I made a new journal ( Read more... )

I didn't make any resolutions. Who the hell CHANGES these days, anyway? Vacation was good, Christmas was good, New years was good. Everything was good. Good and busy. I love, Love. Odds are pretty good that if you're reading this, I love you as well ( Read more... )

Saturday steppin' into the club ( Read more... )

I don't know where George is, I haven't talked to him since Sunday, and I don't know whether to be annoyed or worried. So, you know.

ALSO
I am The ONLY person in Spaulding who is not getting any ass. Not even drunk embarassing-whole-school-will-know- ass.

I'm just looking for some girth in my life. Help a sister out.

HOLDEN CAULFIELD CAME THROUGH MY LINEEEEEEE! Grey hairs and all! Oh myyyyyy :)

So I had a nice week!

Tuesday Emily and I went to Wakefield. Saw the boy, and ate too much cake.

Wednesday Birthday party! Out with Michelle. Accidentally went to York.

Thursday No tofurkey. What the heck. I went to Kittery with Allan, and his son in law hit on me in ( Read more... )

So tonight my Mom definitely implied that my father had sex with a fucking donkey at some point in time ( Read more... )

The boy who went through my underwear drawer tried to skip school today and got hit by a car. The car broke both of his legs. He's confined to a wheelchair for the time being.Do I feel bad? Nope, he's a pervert. And he punched Joe Espena in the face last year, unprovoked.

So the moral of the story is that my underwear is a positive energy force, ( Read more... )