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I sold a pair of Timberlands to a Hurricane Katrina refugee today. He had dreadlocks down to the middle of his back.

Do you remember winter and Shauna and Nikikylie and half handed gloves and VIBES and Iceboxxx and MEATLOAF and Caitlyn and the big huge red truck and awkward walks and mothers and accidents and new cars and heat blaring and almost hitting a fucking deer on a huge huge hill? And then Lydia and "sneaking out" and hardcore rain where I couldn't see ( Read more... )

Hey boys! I have an idea! How about you all act like little bitches?! Yesss!

My livejournal-cup overrunneth with sarcasm.

So basically, confusion and shi-it rules the world.

It's my fucking gas, I'll use it however I want.

So hey, for all of you fantastic Wisconsin-ites who are spreading rumors that I'm pregnant, I've come to tell you the truth.

YES! WITH TRIPLETS!

And your boyfriend might be the father!

fuckingcunts.

Katie and I are going to the Saturday party as...

Dirty Pirate Hookers. Oh my god, how fun is that?

I'm on a huge Cake kick.

Hahahaha. I love Wausau drama. It's like a soap opera, and it's so much more interesting when one is thousands of miles away ( Read more... )