let me think

i'm tired
i have to pee
and i don't know why i'm writing a blog right now.

i'm not that smart. i used to be, but that's long gone.
i know you're capable of doing things on your own.
so do it for goodness sakes.

it was very hot today. and we decided to walk home. we didn't make it. one of us passed out and we had to call 911.

i kid, i kid =]
my dad picked us up eventually. we were all dying from the heat of the hills.

you're not the boss of me. i refuse to be a pushover. i make my own decisions. you're lucky i'm a people-pleaser! if i wasn't, it would be my way or the highway. not really but i like to think that's how it would be

my mom wakes me up 10 minutes earlier than necessary. that is why i'm tired as hell right now.

i miss my bangs. sometimes my forehead needs a little warmth.

STOP drawing penises! you know who you are.

BLAAAT! i refuse to "GET SOME!" what does that even mean?