Nothing makes any sense.

I was talking to my cousin who lives here now, and he used to be one devoted stoner. He said there was no good shit here so he'd have his weed flown in from California via fed ex by putting $300 in his dealer's account, and the next day he'd get a pound delivered to him.

My Mom told my Dad that she didn't want me to be part of her new life.
And the reason for this is because I'm negative like him, and she needs to free herself of that negativity.

Fuck you.

I promise.

Party was fun.
I feel like shittttttt

 
And we got to go right next to Zebras.

And did you know,
That their stripes are actually dark brown, not black.

I bet you didn't.

Post anything.

A secret about yourself you've been dying to tell,

a lie you've told, or a fear you have.

Post anonymously.

I love it when random people drive by and yell that I'm hot.

That made me smile.

 

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