Mrs. American Shipwreck.
Read no eulogy. Leave no tombstone.
There's nothing better than playing volleyball in a thunderstorm. No rules once the storm rolls in. All the running around, slipping, and yelling just gets more intense as the storm grows. I want to do it again.
Next Wednesday is !!! and Thunderbirds Are Now! ... OMFGz, you're jealous.
Every night I attempt sleep; one hand in the other, right arm over my head. Hours pass by but nothing is accomplished. I have too much energy because I do nothing to burn it. I don't want to lay here no more.
Hi, I'm not tired and I have to wake up at six in the A.M.
Fuck shit up.
There's nothing better than playing volleyball in a thunderstorm. No rules once the storm rolls in. All the running around, slipping, and yelling just gets more intense as the storm grows. I want to do it again.
Next Wednesday is !!! and Thunderbirds Are Now! ... OMFGz, you're jealous.
Every night I attempt sleep; one hand in the other, right arm over my head. Hours pass by but nothing is accomplished. I have too much energy because I do nothing to burn it. I don't want to lay here no more.
Hi, I'm not tired and I have to wake up at six in the A.M.
Fuck shit up.