we drank champagne and danced all night under electric candlelight

[sassy_pumpkin]

Today I hung out with Brett. I watched Mean Girls but he fell asleep. I make him sleepy. Somehow, I took no offense to that. Well, maybe a little. Oh well, I love him anyways. He's a sweetheart

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[boozer_raver]

This is probably just a lame coincidence, but it's happened a few times. If I really want something bad to happen to someone, something bad happens. For example, 3 years ago when I played football, I HATED this kid named Jordan Jones. He looked like a chicken, had the biggest fucking ass in the world, and was a fuckin loser. I looked at him with disgust one day and hoped that he got hurt so I could see him cry and not have to deal with him until next season. Next play, he fucked the fuck out of his collar bone, and I never saw that bitch again. In fact, when I used to explain my undying hatred for this mother fucker, I'd draw pictures of him and send them to people. Here is one I found just a second ago. Enjoy!