Just got back from taking pictures of the Broadway strip club district with friend Billy. We went out for this group called Because Justice Matters that brings awareness to human trafficking and prostiution. Billy’s pictures are way more legit than mine.
i'm ok
sad, but ok.
(hey does this ever happen to you? you have a sad life occurrence, briefly mention on your tumblr, and lose followers? it’s the old “laugh and the world laughs with you, cry and you cry alone” thing. *shrug* thanks to you who sent condolences. miss you guys. xo)
XOXOXO…We miss you, lovely lady. You know I would never leave you. Hatters gonna hate. You know that.
P.S. And yes, I do mean hatters. :D
hi bee.
look! i’m tumblring…(?)
i figured since i always look at your posts, it’s easier to comment now. i’ll just be importing posts from my blogspot onto here.
oh and, hey whoever else.
seester love.
hi em.
aw look. you’re now publicly stalking me. is it still considered stalking if it’s done by your keed seester?
(p.s you smell.)
Awww, seester love!
P.S. I may get to meet you, Em. Ask Cat about it. :D
Blargh argh yargh
So, you the guy I’ve been talking about? The legit one who is a do-gooder like me? The one who has a similar life plan as me? Well I just met him face to face, and yeah. Totally and completely smitten. The rate I’m going, he’ll know I like him by tomorrow afternoon.
Is that ball really one foot long?
Then football makes sense in every way.
Even if it is mostly handled by hand.
It’s just over 11 inches, so it’s close.
Where are you moving to in the Southeast?
I could pick anywhere between LA and NC. Nothing definite yet, though. Won’t know for sure until next week (fingers crossed).
LA! Move to LA!! That’s where I’m moving this fall.
Molls is really pumped about the Super Bowl. WHO isnt?!
About Me
PRM - "Rage against the prevailing culture."Sometimes we come to a place where we know who we are, and act on it. It takes courage to swim against the flow of what is expected, what is asked, what is required, and do what we know in our hearts is right. I never dressed like a punk or sneered like a punk, but I know there's a little punk rock soul that resides beneath my chest, tapping out a rhythm that I could no longer ignore.
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