Oh well thank you!I try.
Well, not really. Eh.
I love you too. Now whodis?
I thought so. I could be wrong.
Low hangin' fruit.
BUTTS.
Blow.
Probably Savannah. Probably Jake. Probably myself.
Theatre.
"The less you care about who everyone else is fuckin', the easier life gets."
Phantom of the Opera. <3 Never gets old.
Drugs and whores.
About every 10 seconds.
A part of me wants to say no, because caged animals are sad.
But the rest of me fucking loves the zoo.
Right here, I believe.
Oh jeeeesus.
I've been to too many.
It'd be close between anywhere in Hawaii, or Portland.
Baths are more relaxing, plus you can listen to music. But I always shower after anyway, because I don't like the idea of soaking in my own filth.
The gangsta fish in the ghetto pond. GLUB GLUB MOTHAFUCKAH.
NO SHOES.
Shit, I don't know. I came out of the womb with a computer.
FAWK DAT SHIAT.
I sure do. Maybe not the kind at the end of fairy-tales, but I certainly intend to die happy.
A couple of times, but it's a reflex when you're a big sister.
Not having anything I have to do or anything to think about. Without any worries is my happiness.
At home. I can be obnoxious, and shit. I don't like when people watch me eat.
Low-hangin' fruit.