last night was fucking sick. turtle squad ftmfw. i've 'never' seen a group of people come together like that. i felt so at home. people were rad and respectful and i avoided my stalker all night. good job. chii says good job.
i feel funny, and i really shouldn't feel THAT funny.
ughhhh though my brain aches a bit and it's my own fault. too much lemonade or something idfk. hahahahaha. fuck you jasmine! xDDD no it's okay babygirl i love you more than bicycles and overt sex on the dancefloor. or in the car. i should be glowing. i'm fuzzy.
fuzzy like a raver wet dream. lmfao!!! i should punch myself for that one. "you stupid ravers with your big pants, what the fuck are you doing- with your techno and your crazy drugs and rave music, god."
Yes, god.
sick ass trick, dolla bill playing "i'm a hustler baby" again. AGAIN... and at Colo coming up? holy fuck, and Tommy D.iaz vs Trouble... and D.Crisis????!!!? fucking marry me whydon'tcha. i'm going to have a joygasm.
new pants, plz.
on a completely unrelated note, i feel like a sex faux pas.
the end. now only read the bold text. lawlz z zzz. vee? no. fuck you.