i'm sick of ring around the rosie. pocket full of posies. tired of your games. ashes, twice, and we all fall down. maybe i should stop throwing tantrums like a two year old, but i never will get what i want from you. i need to take this lightly because if i take it too seriously i'm going to lose everything.

planting flowers and killing spiders takes up most of the day. excellence on the front porch. maybe now you'll come into my house. annnnnd the sticker is growing on me i'm going to fix it up a little bit ( Read more... )

last night i bought a purple sticker for the truck. it's not very nice, and if i can't figure out a way to fix it up, it's going to last 5 days, if it's lucky. annnd today i'm planting flowers. that's it.

spilling my guts over random text messages has been my recent obsession. Things are fucked up right now, and i wish i never said anything because this will all blow over, i know it. i know me.

root beer floats are the ultimate of all pure genius. mexican food for breakfast. the price is right. go with what you feel. and stop worrying so much. run around and act stupid. damnit, i'm breaking everything today. summer to it's fullest extent.

i'm on fire. my arm is purple. its a boy and it will always be a boy so take down your obvious sign. move. singing songs like it could be worse. it only gets worse. just ignore it.
and fight, with your toes.

we talked about it really late last night.
and things turned out ok; not exactly how i wanted them to, but still, it was ok.

my house smells like an airplane.
<3.

note to self:
give up already.

in the past few days i have...
burried a squirrel.
goofed off with my mom.
made a tree licker shirt.
grabbed allison's chest.

ok i think i'll end it on that note.

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i love those things.
buy me some for my birthday.
<3. today, me and turtle are going wal-mart shopping. for wife beaters. did i tell you i was in love.