morris
I have a boyfriend and his name is Maurice (Morris). He is sitting on the couch right now next to me while Kitty is sitting on the computer typing all of this shit up.
So I have a story for you all, narrated by Maurice himself. In the flesh. The other day, me and Maurice were sitting in a van. The van didn't belong to us. It was a Volkswagon that we borrowed from Joe and it is tie dyed on the outside. And it has the world's biggest sunflower in the center concil. With a big peace sign on the back window. It resembled Chester's van. On weed. It has ten inch white wall triple gold daytons. Now that were done desciping the fucking van: we were sitting the van because we were hiding. We were hiding from the police. They were after our shoes. Why were they after our shoes you might ask? Well, because they were the fucking fashion police, dammit.
That, aparently, is the end of the story. I was looking for something a little more substantial, but then again, its fucking Jasmine. Soooo... I'm sure you all were too because she never updates her journal and then when she does, you get something stupid like this.
If you want to hear a good story, you can always read my journal. (People are stupid).
So I have a story for you all, narrated by Maurice himself. In the flesh. The other day, me and Maurice were sitting in a van. The van didn't belong to us. It was a Volkswagon that we borrowed from Joe and it is tie dyed on the outside. And it has the world's biggest sunflower in the center concil. With a big peace sign on the back window. It resembled Chester's van. On weed. It has ten inch white wall triple gold daytons. Now that were done desciping the fucking van: we were sitting the van because we were hiding. We were hiding from the police. They were after our shoes. Why were they after our shoes you might ask? Well, because they were the fucking fashion police, dammit.
That, aparently, is the end of the story. I was looking for something a little more substantial, but then again, its fucking Jasmine. Soooo... I'm sure you all were too because she never updates her journal and then when she does, you get something stupid like this.
If you want to hear a good story, you can always read my journal. (People are stupid).