OMG my sense of direction is fucking fail.
It's below the level that's necessary to survive wtf.
So either I get a GPS system or... die.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Monday, December 07, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Fuck pubes! What the hell do they do anyway?
I should totally shave my pubes off.
Sorry if I disgust you.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
What is with me?
Why do I keep hoping for a heavily tattooed guy to whisk me away in his car to a mountaintop, where there will only be silence, the stars and us.
Oh heavily tattooed guy, will you ever appear? Or are you just gonna remain as a figment of my imagination forever?
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
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