My Weeked
LETS WAIT AT THE TOLL FOR ABOUT 300000000 HOURS...
My weeked was fun.This is war. Every line is about who I don't wanna write about anymore.
FRIDAY: me, ams, and eric went to BrandNew. on the way there ams cusses about 343498739 times. Ha ha. The show was wondddeerful. DANCED my hardest when i had room to move. Opening band soooooo damn pretty wanted to sleep and dance at the same time. Saw some folks i knew there said hello. Me and ams bouhgt cookies 3 for one dolla. they were great. ams made a swan i ate it. soooooo BrandNew really put on a good show. I was just blown away. Ams passed out Eric saved her. i leaned on the guy and closed my eyes to catch my breath and before i knew what was happen i got pulled over the railing people asking me if i felt ok. all my make up was gone sweat sweat sweat.... we ate wendys.
SATURDAY- made pizzzzaaass at work. went and saw the dumb movie with ams , movie soooo dumb. the theather had 50 cent popcorn. went to chase $'s he has noooo chairs or a stove or anything. went to D Rocks. made pizza played some games feel asleep."no mom I'm not drunk..." takes a swig out of a flask behind a book...Ha Ha Ams.
SUNDAY- wroked again. came home went to bed
Alright that was my weeked. I hope this song starts a craze. The kind of song that ignites the airwaves. The kind of song that makes people glad to be where they are with who ever they're there with.
<3
Meghan Louise....what what what...no really what you say
--Edit--
My Perfect Guy: Tall (I’m very very tall about 5”9 so this is a big one), can have a deep conversation with, tells me I look nice even when I don’t, holds my hand a lot, never pushes me to be a public type couple girl, sings to me all the time, makes me laugh with corny jokes, holds my hair back when I vomit (I’m laughing a lot when I write this), can deal with the fact that I’m not Straight edge, picks me up on time, watches chick flicks with me, explains sports when I care to watch them, dances at shows, wears cute tight pants, lets me burrow his huge hoodie, smiles at me from across the room, can deal with the fact that I have a life and I have friends, eats Wendy’s like it going out of style, beautiful eyes, messy sex hair, never lies to me, dosent say he loves me after a date and a half, is clingy but not to clingy, lets me cling to him when I need too, my shoulder to cry on, sticks up for me, plays games with my little brother, knows how I feel with out me always haven to say it, meets my dad, kisses me all the time in the rain in the car at the shows in Wendy’s outside my front door, likes to shop, drinks coffee, and hugs me from behind.
My weeked was fun.This is war. Every line is about who I don't wanna write about anymore.
FRIDAY: me, ams, and eric went to BrandNew. on the way there ams cusses about 343498739 times. Ha ha. The show was wondddeerful. DANCED my hardest when i had room to move. Opening band soooooo damn pretty wanted to sleep and dance at the same time. Saw some folks i knew there said hello. Me and ams bouhgt cookies 3 for one dolla. they were great. ams made a swan i ate it. soooooo BrandNew really put on a good show. I was just blown away. Ams passed out Eric saved her. i leaned on the guy and closed my eyes to catch my breath and before i knew what was happen i got pulled over the railing people asking me if i felt ok. all my make up was gone sweat sweat sweat.... we ate wendys.
SATURDAY- made pizzzzaaass at work. went and saw the dumb movie with ams , movie soooo dumb. the theather had 50 cent popcorn. went to chase $'s he has noooo chairs or a stove or anything. went to D Rocks. made pizza played some games feel asleep."no mom I'm not drunk..." takes a swig out of a flask behind a book...Ha Ha Ams.
SUNDAY- wroked again. came home went to bed
Alright that was my weeked. I hope this song starts a craze. The kind of song that ignites the airwaves. The kind of song that makes people glad to be where they are with who ever they're there with.
<3
Meghan Louise....what what what...no really what you say
--Edit--
My Perfect Guy: Tall (I’m very very tall about 5”9 so this is a big one), can have a deep conversation with, tells me I look nice even when I don’t, holds my hand a lot, never pushes me to be a public type couple girl, sings to me all the time, makes me laugh with corny jokes, holds my hair back when I vomit (I’m laughing a lot when I write this), can deal with the fact that I’m not Straight edge, picks me up on time, watches chick flicks with me, explains sports when I care to watch them, dances at shows, wears cute tight pants, lets me burrow his huge hoodie, smiles at me from across the room, can deal with the fact that I have a life and I have friends, eats Wendy’s like it going out of style, beautiful eyes, messy sex hair, never lies to me, dosent say he loves me after a date and a half, is clingy but not to clingy, lets me cling to him when I need too, my shoulder to cry on, sticks up for me, plays games with my little brother, knows how I feel with out me always haven to say it, meets my dad, kisses me all the time in the rain in the car at the shows in Wendy’s outside my front door, likes to shop, drinks coffee, and hugs me from behind.