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Heather. 22. Titty Baby. Stream of drunk consciousness. I'm my biggest fan. Likes: Ghouls. Dislikes: People's knees. |
I dreamed that Gene Simmons fingered me last night.
How often are my eyes crossed? Do people know they have crossed eyes? I’m most certainly not going to point that out to someone ever because it’s not their fault. But am I in the same boat? It’s like that time I discovered weird lines in my arms at 18. I lived for 18 years without noticing them. My body is a wonderland.
These tumblr spam-bots are really into me being a sad sap…or more likely I’ve just been a huge sack of sad crap. Too bad.
Last night I was sitting alone at Denny’s and started sobbing when the Golden Girls theme song came on.
You can’t tell me I don’t know how to party.
Gasparilla is tomorrow! Doubt I can top this picture but I’ll try.
This is how I am dealing with the gradual drifting away of friendship.
Bessssssfran.
Yesterday was a good day.
Just lurking myself and realizing that I always think I’m the tits all the time but then look at things I’ve posted from a year or two ago and think “GOD WHYYYY?” I just rediscovered this though so it isn’t all bad.
Flula
I started sweating taking pictures of myself.
Drunkard atheist government receiving highfalutin loud mouth pervert.