okay?
Here’s the thing about asking people to make their points nicely.
this ‘mo hadn’t been out all day. finally left wearing this.
Stack of paper. Life of an office worker.
5-20-12 the S O L A R eclips.
Today I woke up from dreaming about puppies, shoes, and dresses.
its been a while, here is my flaming return w/ a flaming yeast infection. yes, i am sitting in yogurt. soothes and relax.
HARASSED TO THE MAX
EDITS TO COME.
my co-worker made me watch this before i left work. (wait for second 8)…
not fair. throwing away the compost some man in a van hollers at me. “uy k bueno” i yell back “come verga” and i can’t take it anymore. i chase his stoopid van down, in my flip-flops, and bang on it as hard as i can, yelling “necesita algo?! que!? necesita algo!?”. right in the middle of the intersection, i had my keys in hand i wished they were sharp enuff to have scratched his shitty van. i wish i could have spit on him. i wish i had a knife to have done more damage to his van. uggggggggh. i can’t even write about the whole situation. its made me soooo angry. fuck. you. dude.
you got rid of your clip-in hair extentions. i bought them for 50 cents from the as is store. i sit around and brush out all the teasing. my luxury now.
