Black.NeonGreen.NeonPink.Words.Anchovies.Rubberbands.BritneySpears.
Well life in general has been getting better and better.
Everything just seems like it's coming together, you know?
Take your wings outside, no use for them in here.
Besides, a purple sky is better soaring for you, my xxxxxangel.
You're an angel, you little devil. And I'll be just fine, I'll stay inside and watch from the window.
The Alkaline Trio makes me feel warm, fuzzy, and cynical inside.
So, 8th period lunch, as you all know, there was a fight involving two females.
Like 5 minutes after:
Me- That was some fight, huh?
Meghan- They didn't fight. All girls do is grab things and pull hair.
Me (in false exitement)- Damn, all they do is grab. I gotta get into a fight with a girl.
(Whole table stares at Chris)
Our lunch table is so cool. And so very sexual. "Stick it in!"
There's alot of bold font in this entry, time to mix it up.
Claire Moucha is fucking amazing. I haven't been this truely content in litterally two, going on three years. I'm so grateful that I have someone like her by my side. You're out of this world. <3