idk if i really want that honey mustard chicken strip sandwhich from whataburger....
OH YES I DO!
damn im starved.
i have a fucking cold sore.
fucking cold sore: fuck you.
babycakes is at the skateshop. wish i could say i was gobbling my free time all up, but as u can tell...here i am.
still kinda feel bad. cant really explain it.
too much ibuprofen, not enough solid foods.
altho, burger from sonic was flippin fuckin fantastic last nite.
burger + extra bacon + my red sauce.
they really kno how to pile on the bacon. love it.
loooooove it.
love the weather too. wish id been up earlier to really soak in the goodness of this day.
nothing to worry about, even tho it feels like it. my dad is freaking out about some letter in the mail i got to pay off the court fees that i had.
what the hell did phillip pay 300 on when he got me outta jail then?
like seriously, wtf are they trying to pull?!
had about the worst possible dream ever last nite. well not so much.
it went somethin like:
chillin in "jail" with a bunch of ppl from school cuz phillip had cheated on me and i hated him, so i wanted to stay away from him. he shows up at "jail", so i get my blanket and pillow and leave. im out living on the streets, and i end up at this "hospital". well they end up telling me im 3monthes pregnant, and they're going to give me an abortion. im like WTF NO URE NOT! nurses are chasing me thru halls trying to stab me in the stomach with needles. well phillip shows up there, starts whoopin up on all the ppl trying to hurt me. i remember him being like the epitomy of heroism, all angelic and glowing and muscles out the ass. well i start fighting and killing all these nurses and doctors, and the scene is kinda comical almost. like cheesy indiana jones meets kill bill fighting scenes. we were in this big cafeteria room and im just piling up dead bloody bodies in the middle of this huge 100person+ crowd, and they're cheering for me. when i finally had killed everyone that was after me, i turn around triumphant and so happy, and i call out to phillip "lets go!" and then suddenly, my body like....explodes, or something, it was still intact, but gallons and gallons of water and blood come rushing out from under the dressing gown i was wearing. i fall flat on my ass, sitting up but my legs sprawled out all crazy, i look across the room and i see phillip
and then i wake up saying "please help me".
yea. get some psychic to decode that bullshit!
think i might have been rolling around on the bed next to ethan, wrestling ppl. i hope not. thats sorta scary.
what if id picked him up and tried to eat him or something?
omfg.
i think i need to get out of the house now.
1:12 pm - 10.16.08
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