December 2011
It’s taking ever fiber of my being not to text him.
And it’s taking every ounce of restraint to stop seeing if he texted me.
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON, WORLD?
Y U NO BE NICE TO ME?
November 2011
Uh oh.
Listening to “You are my Sunshine” by Johnny Cash on repeat. It’s that kind of day.
I’m dreadfully sad :(
I'm horny and tired and pouting.
Ugh.
If you kiss me on the neck, it's done. We're...
Shay: No, just vacation :) I’m not trying to run away again (seeing how that worked out so well for me last time).
Tyler: Duh. No question, there.
Shit.
Guess who’s back in California? This guy. I know I have like 2.4 followers, but I’m going to pretend that you care.
I’m drinking wine and looking at “The Big O” (the ocean). I should be all relaxed and thankful and happy.
But I can’t stop freaking out about my life.
This morning, my gym membership automatically stole the rest of the money in my bank account....
The Little Party That Could
There are 250 pictures on my camera from last night. I just got done going through all of them, and I’ve got to say, we made a beautifully inappropriate picture story. It starts out pretty normal..
But then, everyone hits a wall..
And then everything got really, really, awesome.
But ever so suddenly, everyone passed the fuck out except for me, Eli, Hunter, and Tyler. I kept calling...
Listen
RAGE.
I was just on /b/, chillin’, lurking through a “favorite image” thread, when this shit happened:
I clicked on a random picture and another picture popped up and explained that my IP address had been recorded and put on a list to be monitored.
DID THAT FUCKING SOPA SHIT ACTUALLY GET PASSED OR AM I BEING TROLLED REAL HARD? SOMEONE HALP ME.
