December 2010
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Is this even like, a question? How can you not?
How can you resist the epicness that is DanRad?
^You’re pregnant now.
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November 2010
And all it took to brighten up my day
was a car ride. With Jamie singing. And Zac dancing.
I love these people. I will never stop loving these people. Ever.
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It's almost Christmas tiiiime!
Put up Christmas tree. Put up lights. My snowman is on the door. I’m wearing my purple fluffy robe. Yus.
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Aaaaand,
I’m back ♥
Craving a hot chocolate like a mofo.
Starbucks, why must you taunt me.
I love my friends
because we drive around fist pumping like champs. Then we sit in Starbucks and decorate t-shirts and glare at people passing by who decide to stare.
By the way, Cataclysm patch? Badass. I applaud you, Blizzard.
And surprisingly,
I feel pretty. For the first time in a long time.
Blowjob
arizicus:
“You men have no idea what we’re dealing with down there. Teeth placement and jaw stress, and suction and gag reflex, and all the while bobbing up and down moaning and trying to breath through our noses is easy? Honey, they don’t call it a job for nothing!”
WORD.
Concussions.
I do not like them. How did I end up with a concussion? After the fog lifts, I’ll be sure to tell you. Next time I think I’ll judge the distance between the ground and the car door a little better. My depth perception is just a bit off.
Cramps cramps cramps sonofabitch ahhhhh
Curse this vagina!
Off to Mohegan Lake tomorrow.
Where a creeper can be a creeper and I can talk to strangers without looking like a stalker. God I love that place.
I'm a really weird kid.
I like Harry Potter. I like World of Warcraft. I FUCKING LOVE LEGOS. I read. I get good grades. I talk to my cat. I drive like an old woman. I drink juice boxes. I stalk people on Facebook. I joke around with my guy friends but I’d never actually have enough balls to do anything.
And then on the other hand:
I can drink my weight in alcohol, and I sure like to. I curse in nearly every...
Day Nine: Five things you'd grab in a fire.
1. My memory box.
2. My cat Potato.
3. I would try to drag my entire bookcase out the door, but it that failed, I would snatch as many books as I could and run.
4. MY LEGOS. I would never ever ever leave my legos.
5. My masks from Venice because they’re so pretty and it was a pain in the ass to get them back to America. There’s no way I’m letting those things burn.
