a toothbrush tale
i'm a virgin at this journal stuff. stuff is the only noun to represent the thing that needs no words to describe.
i'm a week late....for my ortho appt. silly! see you have a dirty mind. these tracks are almost off and it's smooth sailing from there. finally i'll get to bite and snarl into a pizza slice. yum....
i want to just laugh sometimes because i can have some pretty accurate stereotypes because i make them not quite so hard to fill and realistic. i'm in the lunch room and i see all these girls wearing clothes from the exact same store and they all ate so little as is they were plastic dolls with/out a digestive track. just because you aren't eating now doesn't mean you don't shit! they all had there foundation on and their mascara and bobby-pinned hair...etc... more than half the guys you think might be interested in you don't even care and here you are stressing over an appearence which is so like all others that you dramatically fail in standing out! get over yourself!!!!! please.......