i could really do with some peanut butter toast actually. Yum. How do you speak to a friend that you fell out with and haven't spoken to for almst 4 months? Even though it was HER fault we fell out, i really miss her.
any tips?
"Sometimes we see a cloud that's dragonish,
A vapour sometimes like a bear or lion,
A towered citadel, a pendant rock,
A forked mountain, or blue promontory,
With trees upon't that nod unto the world,And mock our eyes with air.."
i hate life
i hate you
(not muse she's cool and maybe sam... MAYBE)
toast sucks
life sucks
my dad sucks
i hate him
yay yay yay yay
happy anniversary happy anniversay happy anniversary DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN!!!
to me and colton yay 9 months.
gimme a gift
i hate you all
I'm out
RANDOM ENOUGH THREAD?!?!?!?!?! WELL!??!?!?!?!
Actually I think there's more than that. Although I suppose Sam is the Official Sam. STill, Sam I Am, Green Eggs bla bla bla.
Mooz...well, erm...when I fell out with my friend, or rather she fell out with me, I went up to her at the school social thingy, and just said "can we be friends?" and she nodded and everything is okay all of a sudden. I was slightly hyped up on vodka, but hey it worked, and I didn't even need to apologise.
screw that i want nachos
and today should be happy but it's not
teodorelispelle wanna break up with kutestuff003
har har har... well i guess tis a happy 18th afterall.. now i want my boyfriend.... *miserable*
and i mean sam as in the nerdy one... erm... the rock candy one.... greenday eggs and spam sam... aww yeah.
"Sometimes we see a cloud that's dragonish,
A vapour sometimes like a bear or lion,
A towered citadel, a pendant rock,
A forked mountain, or blue promontory,
With trees upon't that nod unto the world,And mock our eyes with air.."
you do have a goat. Ralph is our secret love child! Shh, dont tell everyone..
"Sometimes we see a cloud that's dragonish,
A vapour sometimes like a bear or lion,
A towered citadel, a pendant rock,
A forked mountain, or blue promontory,
With trees upon't that nod unto the world,And mock our eyes with air.."
You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better. — Anne Lamott
