Breakfast of vicodin and eggs out of a solo cup at about three in the morning on a friday…I have my life together. right. you know, i’m really sick of people asking me ‘why are you not wearing any pants?’ whenever i go in public. shut uppp already. anyywayysss, i’m tripping on robitussin right now, i think i’ll go bedazzle somethin.
I am currently trying to use a tide to go pen to remove the jizz from my backseat, it’s not working… i’ve done that.
I’m so over stopping myself from talking about my sexual experiences in front of children.
i’ve been away for so long, i had a nasty run in with a naked transvestite who had been living under my porch. anywho, i’m back now and better than ever. I’ve gotta go change my facebook status to something meaningful now, but i’ll give a full update later. kisses.
frolicking in leave piles and building snow men with corn cob meth pipes. and dancing out my emotions. ughh it’s totally saturday night and i just want to dance. fuck girls i’m going dancing!
i feel pretty, oh so pretty pretty and witty in sydney’s shoes. lolzzz
