haha, my mom used to tell me not to smile for school pictures so i'd purse my lips real tight. it's terrible, dozens of pictures with me make a :s or :| face.
it's like you belong in a rap video...
my krassy story of being a baby is that i once shoved an m&m up my nose.
bit this is where it gets wWiiLDd, it was a peanut m&m
yeah i'm pretty much badass, i don't even try.
i've had four, not all at once, all parakeets. i might get a canary though, bit it's a slim chance. i asked my mom for messenger pigeons up until middle school, she obviously said no. bitch. haha i love my mother. she pooped me out. it was awesome.
i'm planning on buying my own parakeet soon, i'm going to house train him so he can walk around like a mini dog or chill on my shoulder, i was thinking of calling him either
dahl
silverstein
bones
i decided on bones. he'll be the most badass pet
"wanna meet my baby?"
"sure"
"bones, get over here"
"oh god, you have a dog?"
then we both look down at this pudgy little mince of a creature.
when we first got our dog my mother said, "we will treat her like an animal, not a human. she will stay outside and will not under any circumstance come near any furniture."
a few weeks later she makes her these friffy little jackets and a bean baggy type bed.
days after i smell something pretty strong
"hey mom, what's that smell"
my mother, giggling, "i sprayed some of that strawberry scented body spray on her. smells good ay?"
yes mom. smells good.
i'd pass. but one of my gay guy friends used to love grabbing my butt.
"anyone ever notice jay kinda has a big ass?"
he said that once when he was bumping his butt on mine.
they secretly want a penis in their butt... it's like why hide it? there are millions of people supporting the gay community nowadays.
straight men wouldn't wear skinnies. i like straight men. a lot.
the rebellious hipster thing hasn't hit my area, we do have those kids who wear skinny jeans and sag them and wear chains and do their eyebrows, but are all refined and wear sweater vests and plaid shirts and ties. my brother and i call them dandies, it was the closest we could get to labeling them.
i almost walked out of a store having spent over $100 on elvis posters but my brother prohibited me sadly.
right? that was written fir a contest and got second place and it's not even how i normally write which is lame. but yes, if i had a man that got called lips i'd jump his bones many a time.