August 12th

I will officially be a sophisticated lady. 

Let it play

So that's why I never come back here
That's why they spit out my name
Your ex's have clawed up the bible
Trying to keep me away
With the sledge of tectonic fever
The needle has landed again

she is no longer the bad child

congratulations 

someone threw a bottle at her too but nothing can knock the skank out of that hoe

real talk

i found my flip that daddy got me for my birthday last year .... im taking it up and uploading old one from my birthday december 08.... 

but this thing is coming with me everywhere!

tone it down

this restaurant looks amazing only because of these guys!

eat like a fairy

learning shoop took time and patience.. sad to say iI have a lot of both

I love you in your big jeans, you give me nice dreams
You make me wanna scream, Oooo, oooo, oooo!
I like what ya do when you do what ya do
You make me wanna shoop

so far this year ......

I learned that there are more than 2 types of people in this world.

I love too easily.

Seinfeld is the best.

Friends are the best.

and to always stick to your beliefs even if people disagree 

took a while for me to grow up.... better late than never 

so everyone can suck it ... even jesus 

last minute research

racist 123

blackface was highly appropriate in 1940s

centaurs

Real quick, can someone reach around back there and find my spray shampoo...........

What she said : 
"How come someone hasn't noticed 
That I'm dead 
And decided to bury me ? 
God knows, I'm ready !"
What she said was sad 
But then, all the rejection she's had 
To pretend to be happy 
Could only be idiocy 
La-la-la ... 
What she said was not for the job or 
Lover that she never had 
Oh ... 
No no no ... 
What she read 
All heady books 
She'd sit and prophesise 
(It took a tattooed boy from 
Birkenhead 
To really really open her eyes)
What she said : 
"I smoke 'cos I'm hoping for an 
Early death 
AND I NEED TO CLING TO SOMETHING !"
No no no no ... 

i would probably give my left pinkie for a full tank of gas

Twenty-six hundred miles is 45 hours.
I tried to count the space in a million yellow dashed lines, and my gas tank's just empty.
I don't have the balls, or the where-with-all, or the cash to fill it again,
So I guess it's best I stick around the house.

dear the people who sporadically decided to repave Laro

Fuck you.

Sincerely,

Agent Jack Bauer

don't play with me 'cus your playing with fire

this week I was broke right when I got my paycheck 12 am this morning 

this is fun 

anyone wanna need an escort? 

one day goodbye will be farewell

It just hit me like a ton of bricks that everything that was on my computer before I got it repaired is gone.....

Took a while for that one.

Alllllll of my music!

Alllllll of my pictures!

Alllllll of my cat power!

Everything gone, I just don't understand how I took it so lightly during the process.