1am … still awake … alarm at 400
Tomorrow starts in slightly less than 180 minutes, but I’m not done with today.
Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Blog.
1am … still awake … alarm at 400
Tomorrow starts in slightly less than 180 minutes, but I’m not done with today.
Nobody cares about your baby
My next pet will be named booger no matter the species
this world is too easy.
but life is a team game and i don’t have anybody on mine
Drunk as a fuckin g skunk and free enough from inhibition to write something more than a one liner or a dick joke.
But I don’t really have anything to say. except FML
$
seems about right
I feed on their virgin blood from their bleeding hearts
Delia, Delia,
How can it be?
Say you love them rounders, and don’t love me
I don’t have to think
I only have to do it
The results are always perfect
But that’s old news
and ill sleep tomorrow
and it wont be long
once in a while
when you take me down
when you walk awaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
