ate so much salami tonight

like 8 pieces. i may go blind. DEAR MR HENSHAW. if you dont know mr henshaw or what im saying, whatevz. i guess we're not getting married.

i love your schloop

i love your shlit. i like it when you kracksale all over my front lawn. I like chasing after you with a hose and watering you down until you disintigrate in wermininny. i like watching you twirl around in your own gloop. i also like it when i pick up your gloop and cup it in my hand like its a baby duckling... then drink it.

just sayin is all.

Marilyn(rare),rain,nude

A.B.C dicks love

"During emergency landing, replace dinner tray and bring seat to upright position. Extinguish all smoking materials... Including spacecraft if possible. /Out of fuel, the courageous spaceman spiff is forced to land on the distant planet Zok! The valiant explorer surveys Zokkian landscape. Who knows what dangers lie hidden in the cratered terrain? Undaunted, Spiff sets out to find help! Miles later , it is evident the planet is completely uninhabited! Our hero is marooned on a lifeless planet! Alone on an alien world! Alone.. All alone.

meow mix

lots of walking last night.lots of free alcohol. free rides. skinheads in wifebeaters. last night was wonderful.

oh i here i go, don't let me go, hold me down! its comin for me through the trees!

so soso bored. but im not really complaining. its better than bad stuff.

i'm so bored im gonna go talk to people i dont care about. im so bored maybe i'll hang out with someone i dislike. maybe i'll listen to some mediocre music. embrace this wishywashy grey-like dim, one hanging light bulb feeling.

im gonna go eat some white bread... with a glass of water on the side for dippin'! ;)

i put the CAN in MexiCAN

i don't know how else to elaborate on this..

dolores my love

dude yr so crazy!

even if i made a typo

i'm gonna make you mine one day.

if you gather the courage or suddenly fall in love with me

i would have made you mine anyway.

you dont know what i'm talking about or why youre reading my blog

i'm gonna make you mine one day.

if the bologna goes bad and if the cheese goes gone

i'm gonna make you mine one day.

if you decide to go perfectly straight,... or if you already are even..

i'm gonna make you mine one day.

872982 something miles or not

i'm gonna make you mine one day.

i was concerned

but then i realized theres nothing to be concerned about. i know what i'm doing B)

When life kicks dirt in my face, i build a sandcastle and call myself the king

its the only way.

Always a sinister twist of fate; Sworn enemies collaborate.

The romance of treason, the sins of the secret state, in public they're sworn enemies but- collaborate.. ;)

speaking of tragedy

i'm going to say something shocking but it might not be too shocking since it's coming from me. I have always found situations where people need to wear belts....tragic.


wearing belts for fashion is one thing. and noo i don't have anything against belts theyre definetly useful and help people out. but its sad. your pants can't give you a perfect hug so you need a little extra help. belts are the band-aids of fashion. seeing someone wearing a belt is like seeing someone covered in bandages. it makes me want to go up to certain people and give them hug. a real one. not a bought hug, size medium from Target orK-mart or hell- Barney's. I wanna hug them and say "I understand, I really do and I'm here for you... through thick and especially thin ;)".

it sticks out quite a bit in the back

what's in there? what are you holding? are you keeping someone hostage? or is it full of secrets? fluid? tumor(s) maybe?

i wanna take an ice cream scoop and dig in and play with all the extra you-know-what. i wonder what i'd find. i'd probably be dissapointed. it's probably all flab, or too much bone , or pus (EWW) but if i stay optimistic, maybe gold or secrets or flowers or maybe even love! i'd love to hold some right about now. i'd put it in little jars and label it based on what it is. i would keep it in my closet and would write a million blog entries about it because i'd be so inspired. that is, until my mom raids my room as she does every now and then and finds your you-know-what in my you-know-where (closet, dumbass). and then it would be straight to the trash or down the toilet.

why does everything have to end in tragedy?

no more depression

i was fixed!