If Letters Were Eyebrows, These Would Be Arched.

About the decisions I make sometimes.
Ugh. I don't know why I drink. I don't even like it.
So right now i feel like vomming. Lovellllyyyy.


I also have kind of a dilemma.
I can move out in February, and my friends want me to move in with them, but from what I've learned, moving in with friends isn't ever really a good idea. Is this true?

The other option is moving in with my... ex who is basically my boyfriend again. I'm not even sure what ...

I might have to get braces
Boo.

trying.

The end.

Yay for feeling sorry for myself, once again.

That I'd love to fuck Dita Von Teese.


'Scuse me while I drown in drool.


Also, I got a new phone today.

So, I've gotten over Jonathan not talking to me. Fuck him if he's gonna act like a child.

I like two girls.
One is 16 and (last I knew) likes this other girl who likes this guy.
The other is 14, and can never make up her mind as to whether or not she likes me.

Decisions. Ugh.

There is also this verrrrrryyy hot boy whom I don't know.
But I just added him on Myspace haha.

Oh life. You amuse me so.