why can’t we just fucking get along.
why can’t i have a thousand cigarettes in my mouth.
i met with wamp and he is like please talk shit about this underwear to me kuz no one will. i knew what he meant tho he didn’t say it in those words. i tried on a pair. they look good. they’re like seamless chiffon mesh shit to cum all over all over. wamp stands for where are my panties? oh right over there under the heap of jeans and pumas with lube you slonky.
i can’t believe it’s after six already. today there was a bit of drama afoot. i was sweating and pacing the garage on the fone and i had to change my shirt and i kinda fell up the stairs.
i want chinese.
i am chinese.
jeff at mojo is playing my audblogs for some hussy and 1021. nice. i’m like i had a radio show it bombed i have a cd of my first broadcast it’s embarassing huge embasrassing failure.
i told schrader i have a four-pack now and he laughed at me then i showed angelo‘s mum and she goes ya she definitely does.
i hate the angryhorse sisters but not passionately just thoroughly they are so boring and resort to photo posts of them with bread in restaurant booths, cellphones on table and fingers pointed at their chins false inquisitive-looking. you are boring. boring. i wont even link you and i hate saying your name kuz it’s press for you and maybe you get a zillion hits daily but that’s kuz yer young and all-american vapidity and that basically makes up your entire readership. your sorrority-mentality is nauseating. you talk and talk yet say nothing. it’s cool you’ve realised there’s a call for what you’re up to, documenting your terribly predictible lives on your secretly want to bone each other website complete with living vicariously through our daughters parents. thank you for confirming all beliefs of girls like you existing, like that of seventh heaven meets dawson’s creek (sans anything remotely cool about the show) in all your pussyness glory.
ps am i wrong?
