Random Thoughts.
Tap tap tapity tap tap.
Kisses!
Something about wanting to be a stunt driver.
Fall onto bed with a helmet.
Buddha laugh.
Warped tour sounds fun.
Jump jump jumpity jump jump.
Knuckle hurts.
No one carries cheap piggy banks anymore.
All my bands (3 or 4, I don't know if you can count the fourth) have fallen through and I seriously wanted to be a front for a band.
Shoes are pretty.
I want to pierce my tongue (again) but I don't have enough days off for it to heal.
I want my sex book back.
Drunk mummies are no fun.
Happy mummy day.
This shirt is weird. My boobs are too big and my body is too small for it. My boobies hurt, they're being squished.
I'm going to Atlanta tuesday.
I've never been to atlanta. I've always wanted to go. Happy.
I hate kannapolis. And concord.
I look silly with hats on.
Anyone like Hotspur?
I want a kiss. A dance. A smile. All in one.
Sunset. I need a camera.
This job makes me think I should do art, again. Graphic Design like I was going to in the first place.
Hollywood hills and suburban thrills, hey you, who are you kidding? I'm not like them. I won't buy in.
I'm not saying that I'm not breaking some hearts tonight, girl. Alright, alright, slow down...
I'm not a city girl by any means, but this butt fuck country bugs me.
I'm so glad I'm going on a road trip. Day to day bugs me. Can't stay in one place.
Your first impression has got to be your very best. I see you're full of shit and that's alright.
I see your motives inside, decision to hide.
I seem to hide a lot I think. I try not to.
I'm going to paint my nails black tonight. Prolly.
I need an mp3 player. I'd like to listen to my music while just walking around like I used to.
I want a hug.
I wanna bite. And Lick.
Smiles. Music lifts moods.
Kisses!
Something about wanting to be a stunt driver.
Fall onto bed with a helmet.
Buddha laugh.
Warped tour sounds fun.
Jump jump jumpity jump jump.
Knuckle hurts.
No one carries cheap piggy banks anymore.
All my bands (3 or 4, I don't know if you can count the fourth) have fallen through and I seriously wanted to be a front for a band.
Shoes are pretty.
I want to pierce my tongue (again) but I don't have enough days off for it to heal.
I want my sex book back.
Drunk mummies are no fun.
Happy mummy day.
This shirt is weird. My boobs are too big and my body is too small for it. My boobies hurt, they're being squished.
I'm going to Atlanta tuesday.
I've never been to atlanta. I've always wanted to go. Happy.
I hate kannapolis. And concord.
I look silly with hats on.
Anyone like Hotspur?
I want a kiss. A dance. A smile. All in one.
Sunset. I need a camera.
This job makes me think I should do art, again. Graphic Design like I was going to in the first place.
Hollywood hills and suburban thrills, hey you, who are you kidding? I'm not like them. I won't buy in.
I'm not saying that I'm not breaking some hearts tonight, girl. Alright, alright, slow down...
I'm not a city girl by any means, but this butt fuck country bugs me.
I'm so glad I'm going on a road trip. Day to day bugs me. Can't stay in one place.
Your first impression has got to be your very best. I see you're full of shit and that's alright.
I see your motives inside, decision to hide.
I seem to hide a lot I think. I try not to.
I'm going to paint my nails black tonight. Prolly.
I need an mp3 player. I'd like to listen to my music while just walking around like I used to.
I want a hug.
I wanna bite. And Lick.
Smiles. Music lifts moods.