let's blow this joint.

up and at-them.

that's all from here.

all of sylvia plath's poetry are either about blood or bees.

RUB RABBITS RUB RABBITS RUB RABBITS GO!

man i'm so obsessed with rub rabbits, they're all i think about all day. they are so stylin' and i just want them to help me out all the time, except for i'm a girl so they can't really. rub rabbits! rubbu no usagi! rub rabbits will help me get new hairstyles and the hottest clothes! I LOVE YOU RUB RABBITS.

oh my man, whooooooooa BACK HOME yeah i bet. seeing my mom and my dad and my sister and my kitty MAN FOR SERIOUS. KITTTYYYYYYY. well i'm looking forward to seeing all the manpals and the womanpals and doing all kinds of chilling and relaxing, not to mention, CHILLAXING.

yeah i bet.

well i'm only writing in here because diaryland doesn't work, you know ( Read more... )

( rah rah rah )

( love missile deluxe )

( maybe in legoland you're mine )

( the pleasure you want; the protection you trust! )

VLADE DIVAC'S BACK WITH THE LAKERS!