Unproductivity at it's best :)
because the things that matter to you, don’t matter to me.
December 16, 2009
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Took a while to drag me out of bed,
Aim some coffee at my head,
Saw the clock I’m running late,
It’s an ordinary day.
And I’m like a dog on heat,
Knock one out and then fall asleep,
It’s sad but true,
I’d rather be with you
I hate missing
you.
December 14, 2009
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Fuck yes, breakfast :) I sliced, he mixed.
December 14, 2009
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2009
to bestfriends.
to crazy parties.
to drunk calls and texts.
to doing the unthinkable.
to remembering nights.
to acting like a fool.
to saying stupid things.
to improving relationships.
to mixing and munching.
fuck hangovers.
fuck past relationships.
fuck past friendships.
fuck judging.
fuck getting caught.
fuck being sane.
fuck behaving.
fuck listening to anyone.
fuck being down.
fuck staying in.
fuck drama.
December 13, 2009
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I know where I've been but don't know where I'm going.
I want to do so many things, why settle on just one college degree? Why do I have to be so influenced on statistics that tell me the things that I love are competitive (as I know everybody has potential in being creative). Oh I’ve been sheltered and on cloud 9 for so long now and I don’t want to be just one of those people sitting, wishing, and waiting for a miracle to happen. But where do I start? Help.
December 13, 2009
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Guilty of being victim to her photobooth addiction when she’s over at my house. :P
December 13, 2009
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Guilty of photobooth whoring.
December 13, 2009
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Cropped pics using a cropped top. My boyfriend’s initial reaction: Did you cut that yourself? -hah, no I didn’t, I bought it like that -_-
December 13, 2009
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Ride In Peace Uncle Cesar.
