i know how they feel. pigeon pie is the shit
This Poor girl’s life has been inconvenienced, just because she almost killed one guy. Won’t someone please think of her social life, or the dents in her car.
Interesting that you would ask that. I was just thinking about that last week. I learned that my “one that got away” moved to california. I thought about if I would leave my girl for her. And the answer was No I wouldn’t. I don’t want to be with anyone else other than the woman I’m with.
Now if I was with ANYONE else. And i do mean anyone (including my ex wife while we were still married) I would leave them in a hot second to be with my Pandora.
A large black man in the bronx ny is a masker. He could beat down half the people in that city, and the other half is probably scared of him, but he’s still too afraid to show his face. Sad
I didn’t know this culture existed. I guess i could look at it like cosplay. They are just dolls instead of comic book characters. What do you’ll think?
This will happen.
Have you ever been so sad, mad, angry, depressed that it blends together and you’re just numb. It’s almost surreal. Like you’re floating outside of your body. Outside of time. You ask yourself why is life being such an asshole and pissing on you all the time. Then you feel guilty because so many have it so much worse. But why is it so wrong to have something, just simply and easily, go your way. For once. Everyone wants to talk. I don’t want to talk. Now they’re mad and upset. Damn it. Is this just all part of the game. At least I can cry. Crying is my only relief. They haven’t taken away that. At least no yet.
I never understood the saying “fuck the police” but they really don’t care about guilt or innocence. Do they? So fuck the police. If you disagree with that statement or want to speak out against such things. Than that probably means you are one or you’ve never had to deal with one. If so, than I truly hope you never have to and can keep your naivety.
Taxes due Tues, April 15. New Boondocks, Mon, April 21. A public service announcement from [adult swim].
In this pansy, lets be sensitive and nonthreatening, share your feelings world, I almost forgot a fundamental truth: When life shits on you, hit things. Hit things hard, hit things long then hit things hard again. If things are really shitty, throw in some screams. You’ll feel better. I know I do.
I Just found my wedding planner! Look for your invitation via raven.
"Pigeon pie so dry, your entire party will chock and die."
As far as I know only once. I talked about it way, way back at the beginning of my blog. She feel for me hard, but the spark just wasn’t there for me. I decided to break it off before things got even worse. Every relationship before that, the woman either broke up with me or it was a difficult but mutual decision to end things. I felt so bad because I really wanted to like her as much as she liked me. I forced it and forced it. But forced love isn’t love.