dude i blew it on the take out chinese. with our own sauce pfft that means boiled with salt but in actuality it’s a whole ‘nother story. more like brown cow goo that i am about to nuke and eat all over again.

when you see a girl’s gotchies on the floor do you pick them up and inspect the crotch?

You’re Fiji!

As calm, relaxed, and removed from life as they come, you’re just so

chilled out, it hurts people to see you.  Everyone aspires to be where you are, but

most of them just can’t put their stress away.  Little do they know that even you

sometimes have inner turmoil and struggles!  For the most part, though, it’s sun and

fun for you, and that’s the way you like it.  It’s just sort of hard to get things

done with all that partying.
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so we went to the mall early and played the who-would-you-rather-sleep-with
-that-fat-ugly-guy-with-the-pubestache
-or-that-beastly-monster-of-a-man-with-cowboy-boots-and-jeans-wedged-in-his-ass game and jesusface with his big mouth exclaimed that new york fries sucks and their new oil is shit and then this dude walks up to us all eerily chill and hands us these free fries vouchers and apologizes for being shitty. and ps just because they are free doesn’t mean they’re no longer crap.

i wish that every person i knew who has ever been an asstard to me in any kind of way would approach me and gimme something awesome and then apologize for being a big gay. but then again i would never ever do that myself. well maybe but i guarantee nothing.

i am chewing liquid centred watermelon gum right now but it is not as good as the hubba bubba kind. you know the one with the fluorescent green package, the one you bought when you started smoking cigarettes behind your neighbour’s backyard and had to hide it from your parents all hush hush but then sarah and andrea rat on you and their mum calls you and brooke and rena’s mum and you sort of get in shit but not really except for brooke ‘kuz her mum was a nazi. pfft.

so i got sort of a lobster tan today. awwrite. and got these lil green shorty shorts and i am obsessed with keeping an eye out for any potential camel toe-age.

shawn is over (brother raymi) and me and him and jullo are gonna break thru my dad’s window and suntan on the roof there. shawn is all manic and on 4 cups of coffee playing hitman and saying lets go for a drive and i am still half asleep in my old lady supermarket dress with fucked hair and eyes and still getting body buzzes from the ganj. gsusking is adhd to all hell it’s funny. i need triple a batteries for my pussy razor. i need variety store sunglasses. i look like a skid shawn says, when you’re gonna paint the trailer? fuck you.

speaking of trailer, the marlers lemme knick a trillion glow stick bracelets and these pics of dude they bought their silver twinkie of a trailer from who has black eyes and beat up face with no shirt on and a fat naked pig wife. and his report card too. they also found shotguns in there. awesome. ok we have to go now. have fun today.

raymi singsong sing along michelle loser idiot

man these girls her eare all like the debbies from the oblongs. cute shoes cute shoes. all blonds i swear they are the only people left in this world who believe blond hair is the key to a happy life. fucking yuppies-in-training. barfotron. blakk.

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