March 2011
whatever haircut lady put in my hair, I WANT TO SMELL LIKE THAT FOREVER. SHIT IS LIKE CRACK IT SMELLS SO GOOD. all I know is that it was whitish and looked a bit like semen. this frightens me but it does smell nice
February 2011
note to self: the word “you” doesn’t rhyme with the word “you”. THEY ARE THE SAME WORD. I feel silly. my head may explode. it hurts a lot. fuck you green suburu you fucking fucker, I will track you down and slap the shit out of you and then strip you nekkid and slather you in polar bear pheromones and drop you in the arctic…or Antarctic which ever one polar bears live in.
I love you, which of course means I hate you but because we are the same I can relate to the decisions that instill in me, incisions that could kill me, visions that I see of you and him, bruises at whim and too cool for school and too much in love for sin. I just want to get this shit done, bust and get out so I can revolve around a new sun and you can be happy with the other one. but once again I’m free falling around you why would you reblog if the shit was about you?
well today was a really shitty day.
Quizbowl lost
I got rear ended, hard. my car is broken. My neck is hurt, I’ve been nauseated for the past few hours, no concussion but I still feel like shit
got waitlisted by the UofM my number one choice.
All in one day. Life is really shitty sometimes.
Yo, the only girl I ever loved
Fucked some nigga that I really hate
And the funny part about it that we didn’t even date
But at the end she could still say she got her pussy ate
Our relationship was like my music
Chopped up screwed up
Made her sick threw up
I gave her everything