yo yo yo
wassup my homies!
life is good life is grand
my new apartment is fucking sweet, I never ever want to leave it!
my lovely boyfriend built me a loft bed, fucking awesome I sleep in a tree fort bitches!!
anyways yeah
I don't have too much to say except
LOVE LIFE!!!
I stole this from freakpirate. If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.
It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.
wassup my homies!
life is good life is grand
my new apartment is fucking sweet, I never ever want to leave it!
my lovely boyfriend built me a loft bed, fucking awesome I sleep in a tree fort bitches!!
anyways yeah
I don't have too much to say except
LOVE LIFE!!!
I stole this from freakpirate. If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.
It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.
I do, however, remember attending the funeral of John F. Kennedy. You got really drunk and suckerpunched Jackie O. I'm pretty sure I came to your defence when the Secret Service came after you but everything after cracking Ted Kennedy with a champagne bottle is a haze.
...i study interior design.. I would be curious to see this fucking awesome bed..
take care beautiful
[Edited on Jun 08, 2006 5:03PM]