Piron - txt me when youre home so i know youre not lost, beanapped, or passed through a wormhole to a parallel dimension, k? Me - Wormhole? but how wld i fit? Piron - Youd be sucked through and streched to the size of a pasghetti noodle Me - Wld u still date me if i looked like a stretche out tape worm. I wld be so tall i cld pick he freshest apples that rest ontop of the apple tree for you....
well this was retarded
Are you taken? well of course yyess Do you want to be single or with someone? im with the love of my life What song are you listening to right now? im in complete silence Who were your last three texts from? Dennis, spence and spence What was last thing you drank? QT slushie (white cherry with rooster booster) Someone knocks on your window at 2 AM , do you open it? hellz nah Let a good...
10 freakin shits in one week. how do i feel about this.
Monday work, Tuesday work, Wensday work, Thurseday work, Friday work, Saturday work, live at work. I cant fall asleep tell 2 or 3 am every night or i should say day. my mind juggles with all the things i need to accomplish all the money i cant spend all these new responsiblities im picking up. I sound crazy as i work these issues out with my self, talking aloud and scribbling random numbers...
swollen eyes, raspy voice.
worn out, stressed out, exhausted, tired, confused, overwhelmed, nervous, aggravated, mad, S T U C K help, please.
curling irons that can also turn into straighteners. half my chin is red from the straightners deciding to turn into a curler smacking me in the face. half my chin is beat red..
how am i going to pull this off.. i hate numbers, i mean i hate numbers when there associated with money. money and i have a hate love relationship, when i have your beautiful green skin in my sweaty cold fingertips i instantly send you off to another home of sweaty dirty hands. i hate giving you up. Spencer said ten dollars a day will get us our round trip to Malaysia, i fucking hope hes right.....
its shity but it makes me feel goood BAH
With each of your breaths crashing together creating a storm until the thunder could no longer hold, oh what a clattered it made, o how you invented this weather and didn’t understand that rain would only remain. Like a tornated he came, twisting and shifting.