Wouldn't It Be Better If We Slept Together?
Hey.
I have an idea. EVERYONE POST YOUR FAVORITE PICTURE OF YOURSELF. Please. It's just because I am bored and I want to look at all of you, because you're all so amazing. I guess I'll do mine, hm?
It's really just because that jacket is the coolest ever.
Like the title? Ohhhh yeahhh. It's some 80s song I heard on VH1. It's catchy. It got stuck in my head.
Well. I don't feel like writing. Nothing has been going on.
I have a lot of pictures. Some from today because I got my hair cut. Last night because I was bored and went through my grandmother's costume jewelry and put on pearls. Wednesday because I had my slutty shoulder shirt on. There's a lot of pictures. Some of them are really bad. Oh well. Enjoy, my darlings. Oh, you can see my black bra in the ones from last night. I know, I'm a whore.
Wednesday
I have a thing with taking pictures next to mirrors.
Check out my boney shoulders.
I'm cool.
Look how hot that pink blob is.
My face looks weird.
I have the crackwhore look on. Fo sho.
Last Night.
My lips look weird. Hm.
Gross.
Oh yes. Look at those pearls.
Tonight.
Hoooya.
My icon. I'm cool.
Hmph.
I got new shoes from Urban Outfitters. They're just these slip-on type things. I got a pair of white ones and a pair of black ones. I wanted these Asics, but they were 78. I'm cheap.
My dad ran out of gas right next to Orient Road. Which is where the jail is. One out of seven cops stopped to see if everything was okay within the hour that we sat there.
Tomorrow, I'm hoping to see Chris. Garrett wants me to go to the University Mall with him early. I need to. I need a new belt. It's getting worse. So, Chris, you need to call me tomorrow so I can see what's going on. Love you.
Night. <3
I have an idea. EVERYONE POST YOUR FAVORITE PICTURE OF YOURSELF. Please. It's just because I am bored and I want to look at all of you, because you're all so amazing. I guess I'll do mine, hm?
It's really just because that jacket is the coolest ever.
Like the title? Ohhhh yeahhh. It's some 80s song I heard on VH1. It's catchy. It got stuck in my head.
Well. I don't feel like writing. Nothing has been going on.
I have a lot of pictures. Some from today because I got my hair cut. Last night because I was bored and went through my grandmother's costume jewelry and put on pearls. Wednesday because I had my slutty shoulder shirt on. There's a lot of pictures. Some of them are really bad. Oh well. Enjoy, my darlings. Oh, you can see my black bra in the ones from last night. I know, I'm a whore.
Wednesday
I have a thing with taking pictures next to mirrors.
Check out my boney shoulders.
I'm cool.
Look how hot that pink blob is.
My face looks weird.
I have the crackwhore look on. Fo sho.
Last Night.
My lips look weird. Hm.
Gross.
Oh yes. Look at those pearls.
Tonight.
Hoooya.
My icon. I'm cool.
Hmph.
I got new shoes from Urban Outfitters. They're just these slip-on type things. I got a pair of white ones and a pair of black ones. I wanted these Asics, but they were 78. I'm cheap.
My dad ran out of gas right next to Orient Road. Which is where the jail is. One out of seven cops stopped to see if everything was okay within the hour that we sat there.
Tomorrow, I'm hoping to see Chris. Garrett wants me to go to the University Mall with him early. I need to. I need a new belt. It's getting worse. So, Chris, you need to call me tomorrow so I can see what's going on. Love you.
Night. <3