btw i wanted the pink bunny moreso fuscia in the top left hand corner of that pic. three dollars and nothing. pfffffffffffffff…

there’s this walking streak of sex i know, “i just had my ass like on your shoulder and like smacekd it and you did not react at all you have to put these on i dont want you to get eye cancer i dont feel so good i chugged a few martinis” “we should go on messenger and talk to each other” “no i do that with my brother”

anyway he walks around in wife beaters like hes kingshit and looks at every girl, thing in the room and he coughs like crazzy in the mornings and holds everything all dainty and says way to be you know what i mean and other stuff too. when i am confronted i become a big asshole don’t type what i just said.

so lemme go back to that chemo weed crap. serious. i can’t believe this shit exists.

that’s the nite i had my make-up all sexy the nite before my bday from alex who got concussed and whipped and spanked and put her lipstick on her friggin’ eyes in the bathroom and swades was all woooooooooooooooh with the belt holy hell.

black people eat ice cream? i thought they ate mud!

chemo weed, wtf!?

um am i the only person in the room who’ legs are turning inside out and everything inside you is all jibber-jabber. gone green? what what? i guess that’s junky styles right? i read burroughs’ junky and shit man that made me wanna try heroin so baaad. but i’m not gonna go there. ever. me and floorboards wuz talkin’ about that the other day and he’s like yah some of that is gonna be comin’ thru and i’m like hmmm i’m comin’ over then and he’s like yah i’m doin’ that! then i thought nah i couldn’t do it. there’s things you think about and you really consider them for awhile and reason walks through the dorr and is like yo mother effer don’t be stupid.

yo i hate this new blogger set-up what the fucking fuck? i just came in from suntanning and the only time i see my neighbours is when i’m in my ‘kini, durrty ole pervs.

i’m starting to finally enjoy trailer park boys.

and i think it’s funny how boston rob proposed to amber before they announced who won the million. way to be. she wins it and you benefit you bastard. pre-nup that shiznat amber. pre-nup. and i don’t know what the twist was so tell me someone thanks.

me being an idiot singing dyer maker and getting yelled at by my dad

i wore big hooker boots yesterday that i had never worn before and i wasl ike jeez i got all dressed up and we’re only going to stay there for 30 minutes and he’s like dressed up? ya, dressing up for me consists of hooker boots or shoes with heels.