If eating hot dogs is wrong... then I don't wanna be right.
This entry is dedicated to the one and only Jackie Rickan, who urged me to post because she awkwardly loves my livejournal. So here's to you, Jackie.
So I woke up this morning and there's like some strange crusty substance in my hair and NO IT'S NOT SEMEN. But the fact that it ISN'T semen is what makes me worry, because now it could be anything.
There's that electronic Santa Claus IM thing you can message on AIM and it like tells you some wacky gift ideas. Last year I got in a fight with him and he refused to talk to me until I apologized, so I played the waiting game and now this year he seems to have forgotten. Go me!
Lesbians are fuckin goofy.
My mom went out of town last week and we had a series of parties and good times and I got SO MUCH ASS it was sick.
Tonight we're going to Marcella's to dance up a storm. It should be interesting.
I think that's all...I got nothin.
So I woke up this morning and there's like some strange crusty substance in my hair and NO IT'S NOT SEMEN. But the fact that it ISN'T semen is what makes me worry, because now it could be anything.
There's that electronic Santa Claus IM thing you can message on AIM and it like tells you some wacky gift ideas. Last year I got in a fight with him and he refused to talk to me until I apologized, so I played the waiting game and now this year he seems to have forgotten. Go me!
Lesbians are fuckin goofy.
My mom went out of town last week and we had a series of parties and good times and I got SO MUCH ASS it was sick.
Tonight we're going to Marcella's to dance up a storm. It should be interesting.
I think that's all...I got nothin.