^^^^^^ If it was my poem it would have read: I like kissing. I like drinking. I sometimes enjoy skating. I always hate working. I like chocolate but not hard candy. I am lonely and have no valentine,.... remember when jim carey/carrey? says "valentines day is a day created by gift card companies, to make people feel like shit." do you think I have a girl out there that erased her memory and then I did too and we are wandering around life until we find one another again???i dont' know what this means but it makes me feel weird.
tyler once again sponsoring me.
sams little sister has some Kick ass posters in her den/loft/living space/nest. These posters can also be described as: Boss, real fucking boss, and tits.
have you heard of ryan sheckler. isn't he that super hot skater? im jealous of shecks, there i said it. i want to be rich and a little bitch... j/k/lol/omfg/lmao/ i feel like i had to say i was joking cuz i didn't want to jinx myself. the madness is setting in
mutt? purebread? mix?
buttery-flys
racoons are cute and scary and may have raibees/raybees/ray-beez/killerbeezwax
some drunk broad smashed her shit
german
these two bros. the driver was wearing red sunglasses and a white shirt to match his gay ass car that barely started by the way. he's throwing up a peace sign, and then preceded to peal out. so sick
smoked hash and watched entourage
wish i was an octopus
flannels are in these days (some guy/girl/man/woman/child/dog/puppy/praying mantis told me)
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