God, I love myself. There are only hot people in my MySpace, because I am only friends with hot people. I am going to makeout with every guy I know tomorrow.
My boyfriend's really hot, too, and that's why we're together, having hot sex, all the time. I am going to buy a pair of Chanel sunglasses tomorrow, they're so fucking wrong, they're right.
I am also going to buy a pair of really expensive shoes that were hand cobbled by retards in Spain. Midget retards, with no arms. They look like retards made them, but they're really expensive. And that's Hot. You know what else is Hot? The dead rat on my front lawn, and the bird that ate it's face this morning. And my dad. My dad's really hot. He's fat.
Keeping journals is asinine.
My boyfriend's really hot, too, and that's why we're together, having hot sex, all the time. I am going to buy a pair of Chanel sunglasses tomorrow, they're so fucking wrong, they're right.
I am also going to buy a pair of really expensive shoes that were hand cobbled by retards in Spain. Midget retards, with no arms. They look like retards made them, but they're really expensive. And that's Hot. You know what else is Hot? The dead rat on my front lawn, and the bird that ate it's face this morning. And my dad. My dad's really hot. He's fat.
Keeping journals is asinine.
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malloreigh:
hot.
s_eldorado:
you dork - get back online i's tryina talk to you!