is it safe to say you'll get away (with running)
september, september. one more month of hell. oh, how the tune has changed! summer wasn't as great this year i thought it was going to be but i'm the only one to blame for that and there's no use in crying about it now.
fall brings many a good things however, including jam's pumpkin fest on the first of ocotober! on the eve of october we're going to get our pumpkins and then on the first we shall celebrate the most glorious month of them all with carving and feastidge of all things pumpkiny. bread, soup, ...more bread. i don't really know since i've missed all her previous celebrations for lame ass reasons. well, no longer!
points of pride
my mane. oh you know which one.
my supreme lazyness
my dirty ass room
my collections of dead insects
books
dumb music
being dumb
pizza
coffee
having the dumbest tattoo
i know it's not exactly the best idea to get into your head, however i was quite pleased with having the lamest tattoo out of all my friends. then disaster struck this morning! kc manning, you hag! the tattoo of her boston terrior on her ass almost had me, but in my humble opinion inking "mug life" on my foot with my own hands had the slight lead. but in no way is it enough to beat her newest tattoo. which was done by a boy who went out and bought himself a fancy tattoo gun not too long ago. do the letters MOB mean anything to you? well, they didnt mean shit to me. until now. now they mock me! kc has a damn crown on her fucking thigh and will soon be adding the initials MOB (Money Over Bitches) into the middle. or, MOP which would be Money Over Peaches which is an inside joke from whatahell with her damn coworkers. either way will be fatal... GODDAMN YOU DEMONIC BEING! i just... my whole world's all fucked up. we have got to be the two dumbest kids on the planet. however, now? it's war.
i am accepting donations for the ashley was born brainless fund. all proceeds will go to getting the dumbest tattoo i can think of. cant think of. or a bag of ...you know.
fall brings many a good things however, including jam's pumpkin fest on the first of ocotober! on the eve of october we're going to get our pumpkins and then on the first we shall celebrate the most glorious month of them all with carving and feastidge of all things pumpkiny. bread, soup, ...more bread. i don't really know since i've missed all her previous celebrations for lame ass reasons. well, no longer!
points of pride
my mane. oh you know which one.
my supreme lazyness
my dirty ass room
my collections of dead insects
books
dumb music
being dumb
pizza
coffee
having the dumbest tattoo
i know it's not exactly the best idea to get into your head, however i was quite pleased with having the lamest tattoo out of all my friends. then disaster struck this morning! kc manning, you hag! the tattoo of her boston terrior on her ass almost had me, but in my humble opinion inking "mug life" on my foot with my own hands had the slight lead. but in no way is it enough to beat her newest tattoo. which was done by a boy who went out and bought himself a fancy tattoo gun not too long ago. do the letters MOB mean anything to you? well, they didnt mean shit to me. until now. now they mock me! kc has a damn crown on her fucking thigh and will soon be adding the initials MOB (Money Over Bitches) into the middle. or, MOP which would be Money Over Peaches which is an inside joke from whatahell with her damn coworkers. either way will be fatal... GODDAMN YOU DEMONIC BEING! i just... my whole world's all fucked up. we have got to be the two dumbest kids on the planet. however, now? it's war.
i am accepting donations for the ashley was born brainless fund. all proceeds will go to getting the dumbest tattoo i can think of. cant think of. or a bag of ...you know.