razors
i haven't been on here in forever. i am in the midst of lovely 2nd grade drama. erm, in the the midst of trying to find lovely friends who aren't second graders. hard though. I've just been hanging out binging on weed and cigarettes. and looking for a potential honey. I'm looking for dark hair, a mature yet lively, ok a dork, and he's gotta be big enough to hold on to. So, not spencer you faggits, i went through enough shit with that. i don't even know what to write on here. i'm sitting here writing on sentence at a time, choppy like. i can't think of anything interesting. so much fur updating huh? well, i think i'm just gonna do some quick like cleaning, snag 20 bones from the old man and do some bonding with spencer. ok, wait this is still bugging me. spencer and heather have been going out for a year almost and its sickening to think of how much things have changed. everyday she digs her claws deeper and deeper into my best friend, until now, i don't even know him. he's so closed off and i want to help out, but jesus, he wont let me. i wish i could just return this spencer for the vingtage model.