Well Fuck Me Sideways
ah fuck me!
ok now that i've gotten that out of my system. i have done four very very very very bad things since the last time i wrote. so bad in fact that i can't even list, but let's just say that my postion in the lowest level in hell is solidified, reserved, and has a night mint waiting for me. i'm fucked, can i just tell you? honestly, how do i get myself into these things? oh yes, that's how, i shut my brain off and go running around being ruled my spontaneity, hormones, and craziness.
i crave...well if you can't guess than you don't know me well enough to be reading this do you?
i don't know why i still write in this damn thing. i don't have anything to say that's worth saying, mostly i'm just seeing what i have to write to get some sort of bizarre response from someone. oh i'm such a little shit.
i love the food network, i think i may be an addict. thusly confirming my now undeniable domestic streak that i have been trying to hide for so long. yes, i love cleaning, yes, i really love baking, and yes, i'd much rather be a stay-at home mom once i have kids than be a career woman and fuck anyone who looks down on my for any of that. until then; however, i have a lot of shit to get out of my system because currently even prison men are too good for me. argue with me and you'll get ho-slapped.
i'm babbling, my apologies, i slept for too long and now i'm jittery. i need drugs...anyone? anyone? fuck. ok, i'm out, i need to go find some innocent virgin and turn his world upside down.
love, peace, and glass piece.
ok now that i've gotten that out of my system. i have done four very very very very bad things since the last time i wrote. so bad in fact that i can't even list, but let's just say that my postion in the lowest level in hell is solidified, reserved, and has a night mint waiting for me. i'm fucked, can i just tell you? honestly, how do i get myself into these things? oh yes, that's how, i shut my brain off and go running around being ruled my spontaneity, hormones, and craziness.
i crave...well if you can't guess than you don't know me well enough to be reading this do you?
i don't know why i still write in this damn thing. i don't have anything to say that's worth saying, mostly i'm just seeing what i have to write to get some sort of bizarre response from someone. oh i'm such a little shit.
i love the food network, i think i may be an addict. thusly confirming my now undeniable domestic streak that i have been trying to hide for so long. yes, i love cleaning, yes, i really love baking, and yes, i'd much rather be a stay-at home mom once i have kids than be a career woman and fuck anyone who looks down on my for any of that. until then; however, i have a lot of shit to get out of my system because currently even prison men are too good for me. argue with me and you'll get ho-slapped.
i'm babbling, my apologies, i slept for too long and now i'm jittery. i need drugs...anyone? anyone? fuck. ok, i'm out, i need to go find some innocent virgin and turn his world upside down.
love, peace, and glass piece.