I had something to say. I really did. I know it. Damn fucking mind evading me. I hate cleaning. I loathe it. It'd be better if I could take speed and do it once a year and that's it. I'm pretty hungry i should eat. Oh shit I have to go pick up a prescription. this weekend? ok I'll break down and tell you about it.
So I texted
Oh and this weekend I gave some guy at the bus stop my number, because he obviously checked me out. From head to toe and back up again. I laughed so hard, on the inside. Then he tried to make conversation, so I was like what the hell, and hooked up with my number. So if i end with a stalker or dead. . .you all will know not to give ppl from the public trans your telephone number!
oh yeah. . .and it's like a month until my birthday. whatever shall i do?
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deadmanshand:
how come i never get hot girls like you giving me there numbers at bus stops? no fair! sounds like a good weekend, hows this one been going? 
_pauly_:
