who wants to make out? anyone? seriously.

"that's the beauty of mexico. we have bunnies, they have skulls. we have chocolate, they have cocaine." -jake

looksogoodinredx: james have i told you lately that i love you?
laojd: aww
looksogoodinredx: because i do
laojd: i love you too
looksogoodinredx: why thank you
laojd: now let's make out
laojd: haha

laojd: lets play hockey...
laojd: tonsil hockey
laojd: haha

new screen name / email. hit me up.

aim: looksogoodinredx

email: lindsay_micaela@yahoo.com

i stole this from jameslover and b-rad. DO IT BITCH ( Read more... )

he is a liar.

such a fucking liar.

and so immature.

i hate boys.

603 vs. 978

603 wins for sure and with good reason.

[jim, erik, sabrina, patrick, ky ky, billy, jeff, matt, paul]

anyone want to move to new hampshire with me?

sometimes i wish i wasn't a melodramatic sixteen year old girl who daydreams her life away.

"constants aren't so constant anymore". i don't know what to think now.

who wants to take me out and help me forget about everything for a little while?

if it were legal, i would marry julie klecack.

why is it that when people play the piano, they feel they have to be dramatic about it? it looks like they're having a schizophrenic seizure.

yesterday, chrissy and i were downstairs watching tv. her brother and matt were all alone upstairs when andy yells, "christina! do we have any vaseline?!"

i laughed until i fell off the couch, but i resisted the urge to yell back, "stroke a little more and you'll be just fine."

exclusion and lonliness.

i want to get away from westford.

i think i should go down to pennsylvania and visit mark for a while.

that, or go to new hampshire to see paul.

oh wait, i must be dreaming. there's no possible way i could do either of those things.