March 2011
Party and mean it.
Partying is fun of course. But How do you know when you’ve gone to far? When you go to sleep at one place and wake up in another? Or when you wake up wth no pants on? I have found through my life of partying that sometimes you have to just say “stop”. Do not get me wrong, i bloody fucking love partying. But i love being down to earth to. I love getting high and laughing my ass...
hello
wow i’m drifting into a rive of red eye solution. pizza in my teeth and sugar free desert is in it to. peace love and happiness for i love you mom
DRUMMERS HIT IT HARDER. GUITARISTS FINGER FASTER....
timothyserrated:
allthewayinbatterycity:
LOL!
that awkward moment when you walk into the kitchen and you can so tell you parents where probably going to fuck if you hadnt walked in.
truth
I like to wear my underwear on the outside of my pants and run around screaming.
Just go
Sometimes I just say “fuck it”. Sometimes I act like a mom and freak.
Sometimes I am materialistic. Sometimes I could care less.
No not two faced, just everything I guess.
I confuse alot of people, and sometimes the list includes myself.
