Taco Bell for breakfast probably wasn't one of my better ideas.
Craving chocolate = good sign.
This three to five hours of sleep a night with short to no naps during the day equals I'm about to crash and burn soon in 5...4...3...
I received mucho compliments on my pants turned skirt today. It made my day. My sewing skills aren't the greatest, but I get by.
Mother heffer...my left nipple has been hard and sensitive all effin' day. And for me...that's weird because I normally have NO sensitivity in my nipples.
I love milk, but apparently it doesn't love me anymore.
For the love of all that is good...can someone just man up and give me some dick already.
MySpace stalking...who HASN'T done it???
I've completely lost it.
Dude I know you know I like you. This ignoring me shit ain't cool.
I should be used to rejection by now.
I'm tempted to turn to CraigsList for a Casual Encounter. *shudders* Okay...maybe I'm NOT that desperate just yet.
I think I'm an addict. I swear I sound like it.
I really need to just leave shit be.
I feel like my being has been broken into a million little pieces. I have no clue as how to even begin putting it back together.
"...I need your love and I won't bring no pain...a little birdie told me that you feel the same...I'm for real and for you I'm true blue...Let's make a deal sugar all I want to do...Is be your one and only lover...I just want to be your lover girl..."
Me: I'm Asian of course I like Asian food.
AA: Yeah, but I be forgettin' you Asian.
Me: How?
AA: Because you like big black dick.
*laughs* It is true. I do like big black dick.
"...keep your heart three stacks keep your heart..."
Okay my stomach feeling all bubbly and shit like this every time I eat is not cool. Stomach down there, you knock that shit off right now and let me eat in piece.
Dude, quit being such a jerkface and starting being a friend. How hard is it to return my phone calls/texts/messages? Fucker. I really should just leave well enough alone and forget even being friends. But I can't.
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