i hate you.

she'll destroy us all before she's through.

frisky foot. i love you. i'm sorry i snapped at you before. pms, you know. but the other night when we went to starbucks, and every night when we go anywhere, i always have fun and i know i have a friend who will always be there. snapping at you was not necessary. you do know i love you right? you're the bestest friend anyone could ask for. (yes, ( Read more... )

i have a new journal, one where i rant. some people suck, so it was necessary. i'll add you if i want you there. it's probably just going to be like, kate and kate etc.

WHEN THE FUCK DID IT GET COLD?

i had to. because i'm marrying someone i never met, i'm having a fling with someone i already married and had puppies with (remember that kyle???) and my best man is alyssa and my BRIDESMAID is alex fucking loranger. pink dress, alex. pink dress.

and robin is head of the whole ceremony. damn straight.

the no seat belt song has been stuck in my head for three days.

and i'm not even mad about that.

the no seatbelt song by brand new makes me cry, then cream my pants, then faint. ehjrbglskrthbsrhtgkaerhjg.

it's only you beautiful or i don't want anyone if i can choose it's only you

in other news.
.9.10.04.
damn straight.
taken like what.

Hi, I'm Cat's uterus. And I'm really EFFING MAD.

if you're a guy. i want you to get down on your knees right now. and thank fucking god you have a penis.
if you're a girl. sadly shake your head because you know what i'm going through.

and then give me painkillers.

OHMYGOD. (apparently i did.) CORY IS HOME FOR THE WEEKEND.
it totally took me like eight tries to type this whole thing because i am so excited i just can't think.