what do you love?
poetry. and a good bottle of scotch.
I'm in love with illusions
so saw me in half
and i'm in love with tricks [not like hoes]
so pull another rabbit out of your hat
So eff living on campus next year. or the other year after that! because... i'd much rather live in a quaint little home that is up for the taste and decoration of myself and my loving roomates, and not to mention save like $1,500 every year. HELLO! I can't wait til we take that on, I want pink and white stripes on one wall. my lj background on another wall. [don't judge, just be jel] i want to frame my shit and hang it on walls. eeek, thats expensive. custom framing=not cool.
I don't feel good. Not in the sense of being sick, per se. but... like ya know worthiness? or like... i dont even know. i dont even care. but i do. but i suck, ok thats what i wanted to say. i don't feel like a person. i dont know what i'm talking about. get out. GET THE FUCK OUT!
YOU WOULD!
sorry. talking to brittenglert. just came out thru here as well. yeah so... i've been going thru this awful FUNK. and i'm not really diggin it. at all. theres some people i want to talk to. but then i dont really feel like it. but i mean. i want to be in a higher state [no not like with the assistance of special herbal remedies] and just like. peace. and love. its the 70's now, btw.
going home AGAIN this weekend. i love it there. because ya know, i live there. and my bestest people given to me in this life live there. occasion? celeRating merediths 20th bday a little early. gunna go out. grope her. maybe i'll go down on her, who knows?! ha, i'm only kidding. [?] vaginas. and apparently i'm going to burn brittany the jenny lewis with the watson twins cd, because i LERRRRVE her.
and as of now... The ACHOO Song has infiltrated its way thru the apartamento. and is blasting its bass accordingly. HOT.
HAHAHA WHAT?!? "This song makes me happy," felicia. in response to BOMBS OVER BAHGDAD! how does that... even.. thats like not even right in so many ways. lol wow.
By the way. I would just like to say. That Megan Inghram is fabulous. But not so fabulous when she comes out in an oversized pink SHAKE-SHAKE-SHAKEspeare t-shirt and oh so creepily glides over to me with a paintbrush in her hand in a way that... well lets call it.. The Shining-esque.
ANYWAYS. poetry. after supper. what? i mean pictures.
felicia. megan. in our future house. with the present inhabitants.
old school megan;
ashley;
yeahhh beeeeetch. i had fun with her makeup. and put on some major-fake eyelashes. duh.
creeeepppy
oldddd but still love'em, p.s. grossy bc post-ibar.
the other weekend i came home... i did this!
celinas so damn hot
oh p. double way back s. s. haha.. i really liked my bday cookie cake.
because it said fucking on it. lol love you sissss
I'm in love with illusions
so saw me in half
and i'm in love with tricks [not like hoes]
so pull another rabbit out of your hat
So eff living on campus next year. or the other year after that! because... i'd much rather live in a quaint little home that is up for the taste and decoration of myself and my loving roomates, and not to mention save like $1,500 every year. HELLO! I can't wait til we take that on, I want pink and white stripes on one wall. my lj background on another wall. [don't judge, just be jel] i want to frame my shit and hang it on walls. eeek, thats expensive. custom framing=not cool.
I don't feel good. Not in the sense of being sick, per se. but... like ya know worthiness? or like... i dont even know. i dont even care. but i do. but i suck, ok thats what i wanted to say. i don't feel like a person. i dont know what i'm talking about. get out. GET THE FUCK OUT!
YOU WOULD!
sorry. talking to brittenglert. just came out thru here as well. yeah so... i've been going thru this awful FUNK. and i'm not really diggin it. at all. theres some people i want to talk to. but then i dont really feel like it. but i mean. i want to be in a higher state [no not like with the assistance of special herbal remedies] and just like. peace. and love. its the 70's now, btw.
going home AGAIN this weekend. i love it there. because ya know, i live there. and my bestest people given to me in this life live there. occasion? celeRating merediths 20th bday a little early. gunna go out. grope her. maybe i'll go down on her, who knows?! ha, i'm only kidding. [?] vaginas. and apparently i'm going to burn brittany the jenny lewis with the watson twins cd, because i LERRRRVE her.
and as of now... The ACHOO Song has infiltrated its way thru the apartamento. and is blasting its bass accordingly. HOT.
HAHAHA WHAT?!? "This song makes me happy," felicia. in response to BOMBS OVER BAHGDAD! how does that... even.. thats like not even right in so many ways. lol wow.
By the way. I would just like to say. That Megan Inghram is fabulous. But not so fabulous when she comes out in an oversized pink SHAKE-SHAKE-SHAKEspeare t-shirt and oh so creepily glides over to me with a paintbrush in her hand in a way that... well lets call it.. The Shining-esque.
ANYWAYS. poetry. after supper. what? i mean pictures.
felicia. megan. in our future house. with the present inhabitants.
old school megan;
ashley;
yeahhh beeeeetch. i had fun with her makeup. and put on some major-fake eyelashes. duh.
creeeepppy
oldddd but still love'em, p.s. grossy bc post-ibar.
the other weekend i came home... i did this!
celinas so damn hot
oh p. double way back s. s. haha.. i really liked my bday cookie cake.
because it said fucking on it. lol love you sissss