T-MINUS twelve hours and 15 minutes 'til the OC. Oh, boy! I'm so addicted ( Read more... )

My cell phone is turned back on... for now.
201-417-0998 (in case y'all forgot)

I have MATH to do. Fuck.

She's not moving.

It's knowing them better than meeting for the first time, second.

"You little piece of shit" "Well, Princess, you just ruined you life." "You're A BITCH. Who is this bitch that replaced my daughter?" "Your life is fucking over, you think it was hard before? You're in for some big surprises." "Fuck you Mad. Just fuck you ( Read more... )

I want my boyfriend back.

DRIVE ME TO WORK TOMORROW AT 3? ANY TAKERS?
(God, a car will be SO sweet in November. Oh fucking Baby.)

and.... Yeah. You never change.

"I'll make myself sick," she said ( Read more... )

No one cares about Anyone these days. But Everyone can see them dancing on the gallows ( Read more... )

"My Darling Boy where did you find this one? She's such a gem. She is!"

...Gross. This total of nonesuch things.