i'm such a bombshell.
everyone loves me.
i love reflections.
i love controlling my food intake.
i love being drunk and fabulous. (yes, it happens.)
i love gay men.
i love kissing girls.
a girl kissed and bit my nose. lol.
a girl made out with me.
three girls that should hate me because of psycho people hugged me and said my name a lot. you know, it means something when people say your name.
i think i'm wanted.
i love being back in this crazy teresa life.
fuck it all, just fuck it. live for the moment thinking of furture reprocussions.
my breath STINKS.
i smell like smoke.
but i'm so happy.
i called wisconsin when i got home.
I FUCKING LOVE BEING GAY AND AT REFLECTIONS!
YAYAYAYAYAAYYAYAYAY.
i'm so good, i surpass things.
hahahaha, i had a girl that should hate me try to take my shirt off.
i had a girl from toronto beg me to go home with her, bite my lip and tongue, touch me everywhere, put her hand on my ass UNDER my pants.
yes.. PANTS. i bought JEANS.
anyways, and another girl and i hung aroundall night pretending to be lovers. lol.
then another girl give me the biggest hug and neck kiss ever and made it a point to say goodbye to ONLY me when leaving the cab.
some shit's going down once this gets back to psycho girl.
i'm the new meat and everyone loves me and i'm basking in it while i can and not expecting it to last any longer than it will. because i'm living for the moment and partially thinking of consequences. silly drama ones escape my mind cause they're not serious. you know? it's their bullshit, not mine. i'm not acting badly, they're reacting poorly. y'understan?
anyways.
i'm in love with myself and my jeans and excitement and money and women and weed and alcohol and dancing and flattery and i love it all. motherfuckers, saturday night at reflections is the place to be,.!!
♥t
everyone loves me.
i love reflections.
i love controlling my food intake.
i love being drunk and fabulous. (yes, it happens.)
i love gay men.
i love kissing girls.
a girl kissed and bit my nose. lol.
a girl made out with me.
three girls that should hate me because of psycho people hugged me and said my name a lot. you know, it means something when people say your name.
i think i'm wanted.
i love being back in this crazy teresa life.
fuck it all, just fuck it. live for the moment thinking of furture reprocussions.
my breath STINKS.
i smell like smoke.
but i'm so happy.
i called wisconsin when i got home.
I FUCKING LOVE BEING GAY AND AT REFLECTIONS!
YAYAYAYAYAAYYAYAYAY.
i'm so good, i surpass things.
hahahaha, i had a girl that should hate me try to take my shirt off.
i had a girl from toronto beg me to go home with her, bite my lip and tongue, touch me everywhere, put her hand on my ass UNDER my pants.
yes.. PANTS. i bought JEANS.
anyways, and another girl and i hung aroundall night pretending to be lovers. lol.
then another girl give me the biggest hug and neck kiss ever and made it a point to say goodbye to ONLY me when leaving the cab.
some shit's going down once this gets back to psycho girl.
i'm the new meat and everyone loves me and i'm basking in it while i can and not expecting it to last any longer than it will. because i'm living for the moment and partially thinking of consequences. silly drama ones escape my mind cause they're not serious. you know? it's their bullshit, not mine. i'm not acting badly, they're reacting poorly. y'understan?
anyways.
i'm in love with myself and my jeans and excitement and money and women and weed and alcohol and dancing and flattery and i love it all. motherfuckers, saturday night at reflections is the place to be,.!!
♥t
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If I were a lesbian in a woman's body I'd go to Halifax and kiss you on the neck too but alas I'm a lesbian in a man's body.
We loves ya all.
m.