And for you I keep my legs apart
And forget about my tainted heart

- unrelated to life at the moment..but i liked it.

Dear, Kellogg’s.
I’m writing this letter to express my disappointment in your company in firing Michael Phelps as a spokesperson for your products because he was photographed while enjoying some marijuana.
I respectfully would like to communicate my opinion on this matter because I think it’s of great public interest.
First of all, although it is true ( Read more... )

 I think I am going to send this to you. I do not want you to be incredibly offended, because whatever I am going to say is probably going to be offending, but I consider you my only friend other than Delante, and I want you to understand things that you don't seem to understand, and I don't mean it to be offensive. You are so selfish. This is just ( Read more... )

The things I do for dick. That sounds gross..but I mean guys can say that and say pussy and it's not as gross..well it does sound kind of grimey. Actually i'm not even sure about how i feel about that statement anymore.

MANNNn i thought i could write but i was wrong. One dayyyyy

Okay, this is weird ( Read more... )

i feel sad. i feel sad in my arms, legs, and even in my blood.

i've always thought that writing was something that was necessary for me to do
because i struggle so much with expressing myself out loud.
it's just like thoughts
are constantly bouncing--no not even, they fucking soak in there all day long and
eventually they get all jumbled up and smeared ( Read more... )

i've been crying almost a full 24 hours now.

stupid me. i forgot that i don't date.

Hehe, I was wrong. It's usually really good when I'm wrong.

"I went to that party thinking 'hmm what douche baggy sluts am I going to meet tonight', then instead I met Amanda MacDonald."

He told me I'm an awesome kisser, YES FINALLY CONFIRMATION. I was thought I was, but now I know. GOOD. I've decided from now on when I start relationships I'll start ( Read more... )

Yeah, I have a rule: NO BULLSHIT. NONE. ZERO. No time for it.

On the bright side, short lived romances are the lesser of two evils.

Stop crying over spilt milk, you are foolish.