( the bagel incident )

It’s raining like a mother fucker. New Jersey has had so many flood warnings/watches this summer that it has become quite amusing. Perhaps god is finally trying to drown us all out. Ha. And what have I been doing on this thunder filled day instead of frolicking in the rain like I should be? Crawling into the depths of hell that reside under my bed ( Read more... )

( ...do it and I'll lick you )

Uhg. Why am I still awake? I know full well I have to wake up early tomorrow and I still go to bed at 6am. It's like my body is screaming "Go the fuck to bed! You're tired!" and my mind is all "Whahaha! We shall never let you sleep! We are evil teeange hormones and we will reek havoc on your sleep cycle until you are twenty!"

Well, at least I have ( Read more... )

Apparently, my brother's girlfriend thinks that she can bitch about him all day to my mother, start an extremly loud fight with him at our house and then frolick around the next day with me like absolutly nothing happend. News flash sweet heart, no you can fucking not. Jesus fucking Christ. I seriosuly thought they were going to be done yesterday ( Read more... )

My AIM has been being a rat infested cunt latley. I think it's my screenname. This means I will be using synxthetic 66 from now on.

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I went to get my hair cut today. No more dead ends for Megan! I cut about four inches off, which was basically all the dried out shit. It’s still long, please, no one die. Dude, my hairdresser is so fucking awesome. She stabbed her husband with a fork once. Neato.  I loved her reaction when I walked in, "You're so dark! You're almost black" She was ( Read more... )

I spent two hundred fucking dollars on lingerie today. I am indeed the queen of all that is lace, fear me. I started randomly cursing in the dressing room, all thanks to my ever growing boobs and the way they seem to enjoy not fitting into bras. I had to get all measured again. 36C. Oh man. *grabs hatchet ( Read more... )

Ew. Why in the hell am I eating a grape icepop? I loath grape. *looks around* But these damned Flintstones push-up pops are just so damn good. Wow, I had to just run to my freezer to see if that’s how you spell Flintstones. Bah. I’m probably still wrong. What a wonderful childhood I must have had, I don’t know how to spell Flintstones. I still ( Read more... )

If you and I were alone in a room right now, what would we be doing?

Now post this in YOUR LJ, and see what people want to do with you.