that title is ridiculously ponce.
I may as well attach it to a mardi gras float and be done with it. I ought to attach my boy to one. One thats traveling out of control down a steep hill that ends in a 100ft drop preferably. I got nothing for him i doubt he'll be getting anything for me.
'I Love You, I'll text you more'
If one more person whom i care about lies to me, I'll strap MYSELF to a mardi gras float traveling out of control down a steep hill that ends in a 100ft drop
oh
Cat Empire and Bryce Courtney rule.
uh huh.
popjazz music and good books.
thats what keeps me going.
and sci fi short story writing
and days like these
just kickin back doing what we do
tomorrow's gonna suck arse.
I probably should have at least got a card :/
wonderful now i feel terrible