I own a skirt that is cursed. Twice I have been asked if I'm pregnant in it. Once at a bar and once at a rave. Cuz I'm all prego and drunk and high and shite. It really cradles my belly quite nicely. I decided I best take advantage of this oppurtunity and wear it today before the black eye heals up. And I threw on some sparkly dark read crack whore ( Read more... )

This is the closet thing to a black eye my face has ever worn. I like it!

Fabulous invention Hooka Wine (boones) + Bacardi Rum.

Not to shabby - unless drank with beers. BLLLELEEEECLLCLCCCCHHH! So gross. I feel like dying. Don't get it on when your hungover either. Man. My stupid body can't keep up with my fun. I need a new liver.

I sat on my roof drinking orange juice in the sun while my smoke alarm continued to go off. The man picking through my garbage for bottles looked up at me and I smiled.

It's a nice day today. Start a fire and climb on top of your houses <3

"You don't know mean! You don't know where I circumference from!"

"This radius can suck on my pie"

Oh! I might be an angel tattoo on my friends calf. I could get nekkid for that I think...maybe...hmmm. I've made so many of my friends model for me over the years, now it's my turn *yikes*.

"I contribute to society, and I'm still an individual, I just don't complain about it."

OMFG ROFL PIMP(peeing in my pants)

Private message extravaganza ( Read more... )

hon-hon yay P-yar hey
"I love you baby"

Or-up-toe kool-kay mooch-ko iza-har hey
"And I openly admit it"

may dee-wanna hoon
"yes I'm a crazy lover"

moo-jay P-yar hey
"and I'm in love"

soon eh dill ruba....*end of song*
"listen my sweatheaaaart"

Raj taught me this. Now I'm going to go home and sing it to the Italian Colt. (Stallion in training)