( Connect the dots. )

You'll toss around and call my name.
You're gonna walk the floor, the very way I do.
Your cheating heart is gonna tell on you.

I feel like crap, livejournal, and ohmygoodgracious, I have a feeling I'm going to do something really stupid, sometime soon.

But I'm about due for that, anyway.

My mom just accused me of looking at porn. :\

WTF, mates?

· ··CandacelovesJay·· · says:
I listen to black people music.
Sweetie, you had me. says:
HAHAHAHA
Sweetie, you had me. says:
I listen to pale people music.
· ··CandacelovesJay·· · says:
Hahaha
· ··CandacelovesJay·· · says:
I think Asante was supposed to be in my skin. And, I was supposed to be in hers.Hahahaha ( Read more... )

Meh!

I just don't know about you, Internet.

I wish I knew how to quit you.

MEH.

Brokeback Mountain is so. Good.
And veryvery sad.

I'd give anything to be able to go back and fix it. You know what I mean, right? Those awkward moments, when I held your hand. The heavy breathing in the still of the night. Every time you pressed your hand against the small of my back ( Read more... )

Sometimes, the Internet makes me very sad and very sick.

Most of the time, actually.

I need a break from everything.

Sexbomb and Poopie are going to see Brokeback Mountain, in about an hour and a half.

Fun, fun, fun.