FUCK!

you hit me like a slow bullet.

anyone who calls me francesca is awesome in my book.
like, 11 out of 10 awesome.

run. run. run. deep breath and jump ( Read more... )

this week fucking rocks boulders. geoff is home, i have a great new friend, and work isn't bugging the shit out of me. sweet mother fucking ass.

it's fun being all shits and giggles.
and paying compliments continuously using the word "fuck."

sweet.

i don't wanna.

fuck. i've already been through this many times before. i'm not going to do it again. it sucked.

fuckin a, dude.
i fucked up my tattoo. i'm such an asshole.
now he's gotta do it all over again, and i have to fork up some cash.
unless he'll do it for free. in which case, i would not let him.
this week is the fucking best week of my life.
my brother is here, and that makes me feel important.

there is no dating. just two friends trying to get to know each other better.

cool.

There may be someone I am interested in right now, but my heart still hurts. I finally understand and identify with a Wilco song entitled "We're Just Friends ( Read more... )

fuckin.
my parents are giving me lectures left and right. how am i gonna hang out with jarrod tonight? hell if i know.
paul wanted to smoke me out, but i turned him down cos lithium makes me laugh. how cool is that?
fuckin.
whatever.