I am a creep magnet.
I need to wash my hands when this creep shakes my hand while staring into my face and i hate him.
Why why why? Y a toujours un creep qui traine.
Ive never loved you more
Vuarnet insignia, brining me back, that neon logo, and who is this guy with the interesting hair?
I have no money... And no one knows what shape my silly band is. No one can help me. They all say that it is a hooker sitting on a chair with a strap on dildo and just one shoe on. How mean. Maybe she is also dressed as a unicorn
I fear that i may become disfigured. I thought that perhaps i was developing rosacea on my right cheek. Acne inexplicably developing.. The mysterious kind not the adolescent kind. Who is the culprit? My burts bees cream with royal jelly. This horrible spf 15 neutrogena foundation powder that i think has BACTERIA BACTERIA all up in it.
No one no one no one
There is no one. And tony soprano is dead so the world is progressively making less sense to me. That started with whitney huston.
Yesterday crazy do nothing day.
Most marked was not really eating anything nutritious.
There was too many french fries not enough water and too much frozen yogurt.
Ryan told a story about the mutant hair on his chin that resembled a porcupine quill. Or thinnish toothpick. He plucked it, wishes he had kept it to show me, and me too.
I love stuff like that.
Ive never loved him more.
Friiiiday
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