So I had a fucking great time last night ( Read more... )

Flicking cigarette ashes into a baby food jar and singing along to Patsy Cline.

I like half days.

My insides feel like they are eating themselves.

It's not pleasant.

I was kissed on the lips by a gay man today.

What is this I Love the Eighties 3-D business?
It was too much with the Strikes Back stuff but I still loved it.
This is overkill.

So I woke up at four this afternoon to this conversation ( Read more... )

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I decided that I am gauging my ears. Yay. Both lobes and the right cartilage, lobes to a four, cartilage to an eight. I'm on a hippie kick right now. I'm thinking since I hate taking showers anyway, why not dred my hair when it's a little longer? Whatever, I might ( Read more... )

Ha ha I didn't have to go to the stupid pep rally.

My mommy picked me up and we went grocery shopping and I sat in the cart like I always do.

Man, I used to do speed a lot for a long time. I've been off it for like two years or so, and I have this really odd side effect ( Read more... )