August 2009
1 post
jesus only hates you if you're black
or jewish.
:)
July 2009
24 posts
Its about you.
A>You’re the best friend I could ask for. I mean that, and I’m sorry if I take advantage of that sometimes. B> Your ego sickens me. Grow the fuck up. C> You’ve got quite the ego, too. Its been three years, almost? Come on. I know you’re better than this. D> Shame we hate eachother, you’re chill mostly. E> I forgot why we fought. But it wasn’t a...
I don’t know. Right now im just…eh. I really need a pen.
This isn’t even fair.
two things: one, @teezyyy you ARE comming tonight, nuff said.
two: drugs not hugs, kids.
LMFAO so youtubing farts with @nickgnezda
LMFAO so yourubing farts with @nickgnezda
LMFAO STRAP ON SPELLED BACKWARD IS NO PANTS.
Go on. Why don’t you take a seat? C’mon. Just have a seat right over there.
stressin. ‘s no biggie.
i really CANNOT stand bros. theyre disgusting, and i hope someone puts anthrax in ambercrombie.
woman i swear to you, if you wake me up at 9 in the fucking morning about a LOTTERY TICKET ONE MORE TIME…
tumblr is there, on my homepage at least. profile? not so much. Lakeview Terrace with @nickgnezda
My Daily Twittascope - It seems as if everyone is looking for you to pull the right answer out of the air today, bu… http://bit.ly/mrA9a
AND, twittascope=TERMINATED. HASTA LA VISTA, BITCH.
i would appriciate it if weird little girls from indiana dont post links to my part of the nothing personal blog.
and on the subject of tumblr, i am going to stab and maim it. severly. sinkintome.tumblr.com . nothing is up. i posted four things. WTF MATE
Can someone, hell, ANYONE call me and help me figure out how tumblr works? I posted three things. None show up. Sinkintome.tumblr.com
so @kidnapeb and @kidnapdan locked me in the trailer..
“you should send her a picture of my asshole”-@nickgnezda
Ranting, Pt.1
I want someone to call my own. I’m sick of this hooking up shit, as odd as that sounds comming from me. I want a relationship. Someone I can cuddle and kiss and smile with as much as my heart desires. But my reputation is way too bad. I want to take it back to square one, day one. Before Amanda. Before puberty, even. I swear to god, I’d do everything different, because there is not ONE...
Sundays Best. (in progress)
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-chorus?-
I’ll come dressed in my Sundays best, with my heart beating from my chest.
We’ll tear apart each others flesh, but who is left to clean the mess that our love has left?
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Ink.
Your sugar lips quickly turned to ink, and now my mouth is bleeding black all over. Spitting lines on loose-leaf never felt so refreshing, and they’re flowing like a fountain. Your forked-silver tounge and snakes for hair didn’t intimidate me a bit. You are the devil in the flesh, but when ours combines in a sea of sweat and lust, whose to say I’m not a bit malicious myself? The...
Gypsy Heart.
You, my dear, are cigarette smoke. Dancing free and beautiful in the air, yet gone in an instant. With a golden heart and gypsy mind, theres no telling where your loyalties lie. Like it or not; Run, you’ll be caught, and I swear I’ll expose you. Remove the faces and fronts you put on to make yourself seem indifferent. In all reality, you should settle down and be loved. In your own,...