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


its one of those things that makes you grin all day, tuck your arms under your pillow, rip at wires from out of the wall, call your baby from a payphone and proclaim undying love, you couldnt count the reasons why, put up pictures of yourself and run four miles, poke your belly and make sure there are no fat cells before you fall asleep. i'm just jumping around in the background with a halloween costume on, your mum is on the phone calling her sister, you licked my sholder and i shouted because your tongue was cold from chewing ice cubes, i never want to have sex again, i just want to be as perverse as possible.and perhaps give head with the condition that the said boy must cum all over my face. yikes, what happened to me.

p.s. do you remember in the eighth grade when you used to write P.(M).S? and laugh? do you remember when that psycho used to play air trumpet?

d-land