baby i am dyyyin
why cant i breathe, whenever i think about you?
sometimes i question myself...okay, all the time. I have decided that the person I am, isnt the person I want to be for the rest of my life...is this a problem? I got some good advice from a certain strohmium, I need to stop telling people what they want to hear and stick to my guns.
cecilia..your breakin my <3.
i have the ability to absolutely crush about 3 people right now, one being myself. and ya know what? it'll prolly work out, but at the same time..right now I'm pretty sure its not going to..why you may ask? simply b/c i am catherine m. newman.
scenario 121 beal street stylie
*at about 2:30 am 2 guys came to my front door and said "hey we used to live here, can we come in and look around?"
1.I have never seen these guys in my life...
2.The only others home are already sleeping...
3.wtf..
MOTHERFUCKING LET THEM IN..yep....you know why?!!! BECAUSE I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO SPINE. i couldnt tell these dudes a simple "NO, you are not coming into my house b/c i dont know you.."
Mind you..nothing happened, only attempts to get me to go back with them to their party and compliments on my room..and numerous introductions..um?
um.seriously. who am i? ..alls well that ends well?
if things dont get easier soon, i'm hittin the road and never lookin back. whos with me?
i smoke cigarettes in my own room, my mother would kill me.
oh and ps. I am the worst driver you will everevereverever meet. not that i'm a danger to your health..i'm just a danger to your bumper if you are driving in front of..OR BEHIND ME. but dont fear....i wont really fuck anything up.....just minor fender benders.oneaftertheother. :X
i need--
*some carpet for the bob attic
*a HUGE reunion with my girls
*to hear everything about kate and brad <3
*to drive to tha d and dance with sparklebunny
*t.i.t. and goat chatter
*money, but thats too obvious
*HT and p-ricia to returnnnnnn AH
*chris hannaford to dance to the braveheart techno song..numerous times
*to realize that THINGS CHANGE..get over it dumbass(that means me..)
*a reality check
*thursday night ritual --DA BURPS where you at?
*my chunk to be here..im so lonesome..you would never let boys in our house ;)
*a jew to do my accounting..haha
*to hang out with "the jew crew" you damn jews, i just love you
*friends to come hit the "webster sized bong" KITTY WHERE ARE YOU.
*to get the FUCK OUTTA DODGE.
HOLY SHIT CHECK OUT THAT ASS!(or my pictures..)<3
This is our child, Stella (blueormarie.upick)Steinberg
If this girl only knew how much i love her..
sassmaster kitty
momma i miss you too much to not post on account of my looks
dont look at me..look at HIM <333333
god damnit shmoo..why must you leave me..COMEBACK
thursday night beal street ritual
sometimes i question myself...okay, all the time. I have decided that the person I am, isnt the person I want to be for the rest of my life...is this a problem? I got some good advice from a certain strohmium, I need to stop telling people what they want to hear and stick to my guns.
cecilia..your breakin my <3.
i have the ability to absolutely crush about 3 people right now, one being myself. and ya know what? it'll prolly work out, but at the same time..right now I'm pretty sure its not going to..why you may ask? simply b/c i am catherine m. newman.
scenario 121 beal street stylie
*at about 2:30 am 2 guys came to my front door and said "hey we used to live here, can we come in and look around?"
1.I have never seen these guys in my life...
2.The only others home are already sleeping...
3.wtf..
MOTHERFUCKING LET THEM IN..yep....you know why?!!! BECAUSE I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO SPINE. i couldnt tell these dudes a simple "NO, you are not coming into my house b/c i dont know you.."
Mind you..nothing happened, only attempts to get me to go back with them to their party and compliments on my room..and numerous introductions..um?
um.seriously. who am i? ..alls well that ends well?
if things dont get easier soon, i'm hittin the road and never lookin back. whos with me?
i smoke cigarettes in my own room, my mother would kill me.
oh and ps. I am the worst driver you will everevereverever meet. not that i'm a danger to your health..i'm just a danger to your bumper if you are driving in front of..OR BEHIND ME. but dont fear....i wont really fuck anything up.....just minor fender benders.oneaftertheother. :X
i need--
*some carpet for the bob attic
*a HUGE reunion with my girls
*to hear everything about kate and brad <3
*to drive to tha d and dance with sparklebunny
*t.i.t. and goat chatter
*money, but thats too obvious
*HT and p-ricia to returnnnnnn AH
*chris hannaford to dance to the braveheart techno song..numerous times
*to realize that THINGS CHANGE..get over it dumbass(that means me..)
*a reality check
*thursday night ritual --DA BURPS where you at?
*my chunk to be here..im so lonesome..you would never let boys in our house ;)
*a jew to do my accounting..haha
*to hang out with "the jew crew" you damn jews, i just love you
*friends to come hit the "webster sized bong" KITTY WHERE ARE YOU.
*to get the FUCK OUTTA DODGE.
HOLY SHIT CHECK OUT THAT ASS!(or my pictures..)<3
This is our child, Stella (blueormarie.upick)Steinberg
If this girl only knew how much i love her..
sassmaster kitty
momma i miss you too much to not post on account of my looks
dont look at me..look at HIM <333333
god damnit shmoo..why must you leave me..COMEBACK
thursday night beal street ritual