always the same
literate and stylish. kissable and quiet. this is me with the words on the tip of my tongue.....ok done. but lets just say.........SUNDAY=tbs concert# 3 fo me! hellz yes bitches. whats weird is that its almost exactly the same date as when i went last year. last year i went on the 23rd of Nov, and this year im going on the 21st of nov. how sexy. anyway..speaking of sexy. woah...theres just too much sexiness in my life. its too much to handle. not to mention the select amount of people that i happen to know that are actually experiencing the sex. no comment. (fuckin fuckers.) anyway.....it is a wednesday night..amanda is here. shes massaging my foot. cuz its sad. and rubbing lotion all over my body. yup. after that..maybe we'll take a bath. should be fun. anyway...i sometimes wish i could talk to my journal. i wish it could answer me. so i could be like...hey whats up? and it could be like...nothing...whats going on with you? and i would be like...nothing...but its fun to talk to journals...and itd be like...i know. and.....HOLY SHIT. what the fuck am i doing. alright...this is really sad. and im beginning to think that i need to escape briarcliff altogether. i used to think i would just make new friends elsewhere...but now im just convinced that i need to escape. man oh man upon mans. (MANDAS!! haha get it!)
oh what a world.
shittox. im tired men.
alright...pizzeaxe out.
oh what a world.
shittox. im tired men.
alright...pizzeaxe out.