my head hurts and phone calls and christina aguilera is my girlfriend.

*sorry if i ain't perfect *sorry i don't give a (what) *sorry i ain't a diva *sorry just know what i want *sorry i'm not a virgin *sorry i'm not a slut *i won't let you break me *think what you wantclay was robbed but maybe now he won't have to put out some lameass album like ( Read more... )

best email ever!

"i am so sad for you. i want ruben to die. yesterday, so clay can be not only your idol, but america's, and maybe even mine. as you wring your hands, as do i. as you tear for clay, i tear for you. as you fantasize about drinking the sweat from clay's casually discarded speedo, well ... actually, you're alone there."

today was beautiful. it was the first time that it was cold enough to wear my soft blue hoodie since the two months ago about that i got it but i neglected to retrieve it from its home on the back of my computer chair. tomorrow it will be 75 or so again and too hot to wear it. i'm very sad about it. oh well. there's always autumn.

isn't this like totally so much more convenient than the mass emails of mmmpop! days ( Read more... )

i feel sick. you know we can't be friends again so stop trying.

i have the worst cramps ever and if clay aiken doesn't win american idol i'll mail ruben a poisoned turkey sandwich. 'cos i know he'll eat it. 'cos he's FAT.

( why didn't rodrigo get this result? )

i love scars. they tell stories. since i was very very very little i've always picked at scabs until they turned into scars if i thought the cause of the wound and scab and scar was worth remembering. the following is a list of injuries i deemed important enough to remember for the rest of my life on my skin ( Read more... )

don't ever let a boy tell you what you can and can't do.

my tits hurt a lot where is my period.


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deleteher: NATE IS LATE ( Read more... )

me on sarah's screen name.

laughing a song: i am really not tired of your "big weiner"
laughing a song: i mean
laughing a song: scared hahahahaha
laughing a song: freudian slip