yo, that's wack if i'm not the baddest


profile * old * mail * fucking sign it* or how about a nice note? you go forward / i'll go backwards


i remember you in your dickie pants running over postcards and old newspapers with grocery cart wheels and pennyloafers. my chubby legs were poking through the child seat and i would laugh histerically when you pretended to trip and you'd wipe my face with a wet paper towel when i spilled food on myself or you'd dress me up pretty. i never appreciated you paying me fifteen dollars to mess up your hair with a rusty pair of scizzors, or your lying and saying it looked good, i never appreciated you driving me to school every morning or volunteering for every field trip. i miss you grampa. i really do.
d-land