Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
the clementine peels, a supposive, non related incident, still lay on his shelf.
he laughed at it, how caught he would of been caught, if it was true, how much he was being sweet sentimental over the girl. “that girl”.
cos i’ll never her wicked name. she’s a low blow. terrible.
i’m bored easily. i’m obsessed as hell.
i’m on a diet of super uws smoothie power. 4 shot americano. foreign sweeties in strawberry fields. overlapping john lennon’s death place.
pasta.pomeranian.six pack.cursing that i don’t curse.grossed out.sea salt chocolate and sea sierra woole. i’m taking all these fur girls away from you.