isn't that called "constipation"?
lmfao, love failbooking. another day, hurray.
got my pacsun jeans in today. bullheads used to fit big on me but I guess the newer styles don't apply to this rule cause I got 3/4 jeans that don't fit good.... fail.
I might keep them anyways though cause they were cheap as dirt and their store policies suck ass.
Jacky Li is sleeping on my couch at the moment curled up with my purple stuffed lamb and my pink blankey. I hate him sometimes but it's hard to hate a creeper like him who comes over to watch me sleep then ends up falling asleep with all my stuff. sigghhhhh. who knows what's going on with us. it's like a really bad movie with a shitty plot line where the audience walks out of the theatre utterly confused about what they just saw. like freaking Prom Night. the whole time between closing my eyes and cringing I was like "wtf? uhm.... a lot of people died... great movie. what was it even about?" only yeah, nobody here's dying. yet. sikeeeeeee. okay, off to wake up my fatass and claim my belongings back.
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