I mean, not the passionate, raging "GRR! I KILL!" kind of hate, but you know, the trash talking kind? I accept that people are saying shit about me, and I accept it. I'm a pretty decent human being and you know, generally nice... but still, there's gotta be plenty of nasty things to say about me: I almost always look like I've been in a car
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thanks for reminding me why i hate you so. kisses.
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heather my weather.
you are my sunshine, rain, thunder and snow.
you make my hanging millet hang.
i long to hear your deep ear-piercing scream of my name across east remote parking.
your 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th tone and let's not forget the retroflex are the gas that fuels this motor.
i long to make sorghum with you.
your name is not your name if it's your name.
let us walk slowly step by step down the path and ponder
what is this kind of man?!
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