I wasted an entire day. fell asleep around 2, woke up around 4, 5, and 8 finally at 12. laid around until 2. went home. laid around until 4. ate food. read cosmo. watched project runway. watched silence of the lambs, tivo'd silence of the lambs. now i'm watching a show on parasites and web md'ing my itchy bug bites from last night.

I think I have

Dear Ray-chill,
I've got a letter I would like to send.
It's lacking strings of words with punctuation at the end.
Should I trust this dialect
To convey the right effect?

Dear Ray-chill,
I've got some things I'd like to set in pen.
I would have used a pencil, but lead's just not permanent.
Should I trust my printer's ink
To express the things I ( Read more... )

no one ever updates anymore, i hate to say it but i think we're getting too old, well except for joe and grinder, they're just old and are creepers for posting.

So, as you all know, since I developed the boobs I have today, one of my many goals has been to get a job at Hooters. Well, if my goal had a dick it would have raped me in the ass this afternoon.
Josh and I were at said eatery enjoying a quiet lunch when we were approached by "Hooters" (overweight, not very attractive waitress with an akwardly ( Read more... )

Today is the 19th anniversary of my love escaping his mother's womb through her birthing canal (aka VAGINA). So you all get on your silly little telephones, and wish him a Happy Birthday. By the way my love's name is Joshua James Osteen.

There's some very important information you should all know about next week. if you would like to know text or call me, but only if you know about  my love or certain things like that. ya know?

in other news we're planning a Gnarly Karly/Fernanda reunion entitled: Team Titties: Pee-holes, Pomm-poms and Pancreata.

i. miss. you.

all of you.

i have to poo.

i look like i was in some crazy ass fight.

i look and feel like shit to the max, and no one even cares.

tommorow will be a good day.

I ate some chocolate chips. I puked up shit.