December 2010
34 posts
a wise man once inadvertently told me
‘a letter in your writing doesn’t mean you’re not dead’.
got all the black bitches mad ‘cause my main bitch vanilla, she tryna get her groove back like stella
what a nice surprise
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being alone, it can be quite romantic like jacques cousteau underneath the atlantic
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here i go deep type flow jacques cousteau could never get this low
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everyone high-fiving everyone
MILHOUSE THRILLHOUSE
well, you thought you’d tear my skin from the bone just because it was cold and you needed a coat
in conclusion: i invite the media to grow a pair; if you can’t, i will lend you mine.
i can’t see anything in the morning
if i don’t end up in a secretarial position, i will date girls (instead of just sleeping with them) and pursue theatre so that when people ask me what i do i can tell them i’m a thesbian
if i want to be a secretary, am i setting myself up for a life of mediocrity? nevermind. a life of mediocrity is probably unavoidable. will i get beat up by feminists? i hate feminists.
no vonneguts, no glory