And as I close my eyes to sleep, I hear a chorus of angels from outside my window:
girl, you look good, won’t you back that ass up
you’s a fine mother fucker, won’t you back that ass up
call me big daddy when you back that ass up
how, who is you playing with, back that ass up
- drank a bottle of wine in one sitting because why the fuck not
- watched Star Trek because why the fuck not
- had sex at a party because why the fuck not
- cleaned my room because it was dirty
My favorite part was the sex, but I’m biased towards things like that.
I guess my hate for prince stems from the fact that he’s extremely feminine acting and I just don’t get how women can be attracted to a feminine acting man. it’s weird.
and he’s ugly?
I don’t know, whatevsss.
Everything that was just said is a friendship killer but i will continue to love you in spite of the fact that I now hate you slightly.
Only about 4%.
A girl just told me that dinosaurs weren’t real.
I do what I want. Is that an issue?
I sometimes feel ignored by my “friends” here, but you know, maybe I’m just looking too deep into it. Maybe the fact that I’ve done nothing but sit in my room for the past 5 hours without anyone bothering to hit me up is just a fluke.
Maybe the fact that the dude that just got off watch somehow got an invite is just a fluke.
Him: I just got off watch. I’m on my way to Field’s house.
Me: What’s going on over there?
Him: You know. Drinking. Party. That kind of thing.
Me: Awesome! We can go together seeing as I also was invited to this gathering. Oh, wait. Silly me. I wasn’t.
*Shut door in face*