!Pictures!
I like how I say, "I'm going to have an alternate journal for my pictures, blah blah blah" buuuuut not everyone has the other one or whatevs, so yeah.
So I went to the park Thursday with Crunkmaster J.
I laughed til I cried.
We stole a kickball.
We had plots to break into the school.
A random d00d asked me for a square.
I had plots to granny fist anyone that would attempt to shank us. (yeah, there's pictures. shut up.)
Crunkmaster J and I talked a lot.
We've got some plans lined up for the summer.
ie: camping at the campground my parents are at all summer. Oscoda, holla.
I just said holla.
And I'm writing in a stacked form.
Weird.
Anywho.
Pictures!
There's captions! I promise!
Me. Going on the glider thingy. I felt like Peter Pan or something.
Weeeeee!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Back the other way!
And again! What the fuck is with my legs?
So we played tic tac toe. Til the break of dawn. Not really. For like, five minutes.
I heart me some x's and o's.
On a voyage for new land.
My boobs fended off the banchees.
Continuing my quest.
Crunkmaster J, on her way down the slide.
Goin' down.
What up, bottom of the slide?
I decided to follow. Cuz I'm a fucktard like that.
Laughage.
Making friends with my boobie.
Paybacks are a bitch. AHHHH!
Climbing up the slide. Cuz I'm that fucking cool or something. Pfft.
Yup, that would be a sad visage, there.
Whew, I made it.
This = teh cutest cheesin' picture of me, ever. I usually hate my pictures, and I love this one.
"I'll granny fist you, bitch! Don't fuckin shank me! Cuz I'll granny fist ya!"
Sadly, it looks like I'm hardcore dancing. Fuck that shit.
Argyle canvas slip ons. AIRWALK. Talk about old-skool. With a K.
and...
"OH MY GOD SHE'S NAKED!" haha, not really. I'm wearing my strapless dress and trying to be hawt. With two t's. Only got one t, though.
"AND AGAIN! PUT YER CLOTHES ON, HULK SPAWN!" You can see my sweet Sharpie sleeve. That's going to happen. Most definitely.
I ♥ pictures.
Today was a sad day.
Said goodbye to my other number one bestie, Pete today. I bit my lip pretty fucking hard. I let it all out when I got in my car though. He recited Pablo Fransisco bits. I stole stuff from his basically vacant room (stole his BME calm logo drawing he had on his bulletin board for when he got his tattoo done, a baggage claim tag from when he traveled, and he gave me a rusty knife, aka anti-rape tool.). We reflected on some old times. Recited movie quotes. He kept trying to make me happy by being him. He then put on a fucking cowboy hat (inside joke).
Gosh, I'm going to miss him.
*sigh* I'm done.
So I went to the park Thursday with Crunkmaster J.
I laughed til I cried.
We stole a kickball.
We had plots to break into the school.
A random d00d asked me for a square.
I had plots to granny fist anyone that would attempt to shank us. (yeah, there's pictures. shut up.)
Crunkmaster J and I talked a lot.
We've got some plans lined up for the summer.
ie: camping at the campground my parents are at all summer. Oscoda, holla.
I just said holla.
And I'm writing in a stacked form.
Weird.
Anywho.
Pictures!
There's captions! I promise!
Me. Going on the glider thingy. I felt like Peter Pan or something.
Weeeeee!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Back the other way!
And again! What the fuck is with my legs?
So we played tic tac toe. Til the break of dawn. Not really. For like, five minutes.
I heart me some x's and o's.
On a voyage for new land.
My boobs fended off the banchees.
Continuing my quest.
Crunkmaster J, on her way down the slide.
Goin' down.
What up, bottom of the slide?
I decided to follow. Cuz I'm a fucktard like that.
Laughage.
Making friends with my boobie.
Paybacks are a bitch. AHHHH!
Climbing up the slide. Cuz I'm that fucking cool or something. Pfft.
Yup, that would be a sad visage, there.
Whew, I made it.
This = teh cutest cheesin' picture of me, ever. I usually hate my pictures, and I love this one.
"I'll granny fist you, bitch! Don't fuckin shank me! Cuz I'll granny fist ya!"
Sadly, it looks like I'm hardcore dancing. Fuck that shit.
Argyle canvas slip ons. AIRWALK. Talk about old-skool. With a K.
and...
"OH MY GOD SHE'S NAKED!" haha, not really. I'm wearing my strapless dress and trying to be hawt. With two t's. Only got one t, though.
"AND AGAIN! PUT YER CLOTHES ON, HULK SPAWN!" You can see my sweet Sharpie sleeve. That's going to happen. Most definitely.
I ♥ pictures.
Today was a sad day.
Said goodbye to my other number one bestie, Pete today. I bit my lip pretty fucking hard. I let it all out when I got in my car though. He recited Pablo Fransisco bits. I stole stuff from his basically vacant room (stole his BME calm logo drawing he had on his bulletin board for when he got his tattoo done, a baggage claim tag from when he traveled, and he gave me a rusty knife, aka anti-rape tool.). We reflected on some old times. Recited movie quotes. He kept trying to make me happy by being him. He then put on a fucking cowboy hat (inside joke).
Gosh, I'm going to miss him.
*sigh* I'm done.