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My nights are filled with new friends, fun friends, hott boys, hard-ons, dancing, and mult[ttt]iples of drinks.
The crusade to find the best life, not the most prospective life, but the fun life is working out rather well.
I think I just fell in love 67.98 times this past week. ashleyhatesyou and her crew rocked my fucking world. Dancing, feeling pulsations and deep stimulations & getting up around 6 at night.
Last night I hit up the scene? Phhss. I enjoy the fact that from the street it looks as though people are mannequins inside, sitting at the bar. I felt like one too. I hold my arms high, positioned for a Gap ad, but now we should dance. Like their old commercials. People that bring lameness, you know the type, the ones who are so hawt they can't even talk to you when you have been at their house for the past few days just making friends and such, CAN SUCK IT.
[But, then again, I don't think I even care. Only because, well, you smell funny. And like to use stencils, like a girl. And just because I enjoy you so much, I may just stencil a huge fucking cock smacking your face onto your back next time I see you, and that's right after I get my brigade of black men to rape and sexually assualt you. Happy Birthday, fag.]
Any event, I am ready to go back out tonight with my dearest morgantaylor, and dance off all worries or regrets. We may move downtown, I will finish school here. Just a simple thought, but no thinking will be involved. And that's how I like it, and not just because I am dumb or irrational, but because, I live life. And I love to live.
The crusade to find the best life, not the most prospective life, but the fun life is working out rather well.
I think I just fell in love 67.98 times this past week. ashleyhatesyou and her crew rocked my fucking world. Dancing, feeling pulsations and deep stimulations & getting up around 6 at night.
Last night I hit up the scene? Phhss. I enjoy the fact that from the street it looks as though people are mannequins inside, sitting at the bar. I felt like one too. I hold my arms high, positioned for a Gap ad, but now we should dance. Like their old commercials. People that bring lameness, you know the type, the ones who are so hawt they can't even talk to you when you have been at their house for the past few days just making friends and such, CAN SUCK IT.
[But, then again, I don't think I even care. Only because, well, you smell funny. And like to use stencils, like a girl. And just because I enjoy you so much, I may just stencil a huge fucking cock smacking your face onto your back next time I see you, and that's right after I get my brigade of black men to rape and sexually assualt you. Happy Birthday, fag.]
Any event, I am ready to go back out tonight with my dearest morgantaylor, and dance off all worries or regrets. We may move downtown, I will finish school here. Just a simple thought, but no thinking will be involved. And that's how I like it, and not just because I am dumb or irrational, but because, I live life. And I love to live.