HEY OK. JESSICA AND I REALIZED WE ARE SHITHEADS. SO THAT IS WHY I MUST START OVER. I WILL INDEED SAVE MY DRAMA FOR MY MAMA. THUS STATING SO, I WILL PROCURE ARTWORK FROM THE BOWELS OF MY UTTERLY WRETCHED EXISTENCE AND IMPRESS THE SHIT OUT OF THIS SHITHEAD NATION.
summer is starting to feel like summer. which is FUN. not boring. if your summer is boring, you need to fix that. unless you can't. then you can call me, and i'll have some encouraging words to say
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today might be the first day of fun if i don't screw this up.
bubbles galore bubbles galore who may i ask do i deplore? is it a girl? or is it a guy? tell me oh tell me i'd like to know why they're feeding the fish they're cutting the grass the fish was delish it was a dead bass.
grow out hair. dye it purple. assume secret identity among city dwellers. call new york your home. inaugurate yourself into biker society by getting a tattoo. date the minimum of 20 men within a year. share rent with a foreigner. make various trips to the groceries til the day you die.