I spent 4 hours picking dead leaves off pansy's today.


Three other people spent 9 and finished only a row.


How naive to think this wasn't a job.

Thought.

Why hasn't someone done a documentary on the amount of annulments and the one night marriages that happen at the Little White Chapel?

I'd watch that.

my head has been going four words blurted at once. it's louder to think in my head even when music is playing. i don't know what's up, i'm really really happy right now. going out for dinner's and stuff, which to the average joe seems like no big deal, but i don't let people just walk in my bubble.

just one of those bipolar swings, as great as everything is right now and how much I adore everyone and would just love to cuddle and hold hands with every cute boy, i know later i'm just gonna fall apart.

but until then! carpe diem.

girls love boys, what they do, how they spoke, kissed.

boys love girls, how they look, walk, said, do, kissed.

always will be the thing that brings down your day and makes you feel like a million bucks.

the girl has some serious strong uterus eggs to walk in my front door to speak to my brother because she found out her fairy tale ending.

my best friend dropped me for a guy, my brother's friend after fucking a bunch of them,
now you want to be friends again because he cheated on you.
for shame.

i'm happy the dish ran away with the spoon in this situation. i'm sorry they also fucked the fork though.