this past weekends New York Times Magazine's cover sent shivers down my spine... ("please for the love of god just check if she's under the bed one more time!")
(had something to do with being worse than fried chicken with a side of watermelon...she just wasn't into that)
freeze dried food was for Astronauts and people in refugee camps...
the logic was I already had this one....fuck logic I wanted a god damn flying pony (I could have as many books as I wanted but only one horse doll, still a main topic of discussion in my therapy sessions to this very day)
yeah basically anything awesome with sugar that would help me make friends was a no no...hence the evil bitch overlord and I don't talk anymore...
though my father to piss off mi mama bought me the way more expensive "Julie" doll...I didn't want the shiteous lesbionic thing with the creepy sensors in her hands...I wanted a frigg'n Cricket...(obviously this is the reason I don't speak w/my dad either)
been a year since you left and I'm still going awesome... though I haven't dropped that dream of your dick breaking off inside a Filipino girly boy... cause that would be beautiful...
Seems my love is up and left you with no warning. It's not always gonna be this grey
The Jewish Motorcycle Alliance arrived in Lincoln on Friday to visit the Holocaust memorial at Wyuka cemetary.
In Memoriam of Yom Hashoa, Friday, May 6th, the global day of recognition of the Holocaust my Uncle David got awesome and made a 1,500 mile pilgrimage for a first-ever international event.
(he's the tall dark and handsome fellow on the left at about 30 seconds to go)