Someone honestly felt it was necessary to my life to blast Hotel California outside my window for the entire song. At 3 in the morning.

JUST TO MAKE IT CLEAR.

CARLY'S CELL PHONE = NO VOICE MESSAGES.
SDFJA;JSDF

Fucking beeping phone, leave me a text message instead or just *call*. I'll pick up, promise.

Could you make it any harder for me to say what I have to say?

Let's all do something friggin' awesome for new years.

Ideas?

Carly needs out of house now. *twitch*

I feel like going to the beach at night tommorow.

Agree?

OH man. I'm going on a plane all by my lonesome tommorow. And then back to Florida land.

So.

Who wants to go to Douglas with me on Friday?

lallaalalala. I'll be back in two weeks starting tommorow. oh oh oh, what should I do?

Question: Are you the kind of person that would wear a hat with cat ears on it?
ddddddddddiiisconnected.

Hi I am Carly. I smell and like emo boys and want to jump them.

The end.

PS: For hot sex, call me at 555-555-5555. Anytime, Anywhere (and I mean it). Dark alleyways turn me on.

Today was most lovely, but for some reason, I'm unknowingly drained. It's not as if I've been having odd sleep hours, just that about two hours ago all energy I had leaked out of me. Sleep, take me now so that I may pass through tommorow easily. I'm ready for the weekend now.

I feel like a big, fat, lazy contented cat thing. Mrowr.