Holy SHIT my adderall has TOTALLY worn off and it's CRAZY!!!!!

So I found out Steve (Eric's asbestest friend in the whole wide world) is moving here from Virginia Beach in May. I told Eric I was actually excited about it, but at the same time, I wasn't. At all. The reason is simple: I'm Steve's pet. Quite frankly, there's no getting out of it, either. If Eric and Steve were a cliche saying, they'd be, "You can ( Read more... )

You wanna talk about stabbing backs, bro?

Get the fuck off your high horse.

You had no right to be that way. However, I don't care, as it's your fuck up, and you are now gone from the picture completely.

And I just wanted you to know that...

I love you

I fucking hate adderall. Fucking Christ.

Just so long as this thing's loaded...

Oh, my fucking God give me a break, dude.

P.S. Work = AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! *Tears hair out*
Work with Jill, Jenni, and Matty = YAY!

UGH

I've always wanted to be a guardian angel...your guardian angel...

Heh, it's kind of why I want to get a tattoo of wings with a shield in the middle of them just under my collar bone...it's the closest I can get...

(Kovu) "So, you a sailor?"
(Grinner) "dghfkjjg YOU KILLED SOMEONE!!!"