talk about the things that no body cares. wearing those things that nobody wears.
today i met a mooninite, and his name is Lenny Crawletz. he's real sweet. i'm sure none of you have met him yet, b/c he's new to our world. he's from the moon, and his race is much superior to ours. they can jump way higher than us, and they smoke cigarettes when they give the bird. also, they are great spellers, did i mention that? challenge them. Lenny thinks our 3 dimensions are funny. On the moon, they have 5........thousand.... 5,000. don't question it. i told Lenny not to drape his wet towel on cortney's computer but he was all "i'm gonna." what an amazing discovery. a small, red and black bug, that looks like an evolved lady bug, but isn't.... it's a mooninite. sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.
oh, that reminds me.
Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet
Emooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooootioooooooooooooooooooon.
Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet
Emoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooootiooooooooooooooooon.
thank you steven tyler.
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if your name's not cortney, don't read this (wow, that's not asking for people to read it, is it?)
sometimes the thought of how thankful i am for you comes into my mind and it honestly takes my breath away (not jessica simpson style). i'm so fuckin lucky to have you in my life, and i'm glad that no matter how shitty things get, you're still here. and that no matter what anyone else says, you see me for who i am.... and.... i love you so much. please, just know that if the shit hits the fan in any circumstance, i'll be there to clean it up with you.... like a dung beatle.