Monday, April 04, 2011

Who Has a Honda Civic Tattoo

Shower. Sweatpants. Hoodie w/o a shirt. Sleep. More sleep. Brush teeth. 6:51. Phone call to Morgan. Already left. Poppie. Bubba. Joint. 2 hits. No high. No care to be. Her. Him. Avoid. Avoid. Avoid. Health. Pregnancy Pact. Daddy's Little Girls. Sleep. Drool. Claritin. Him. Office. Tired and sleepy. Call home. Nope. English. Humming. Trouble. Stupid little girl. Checking out. Missed registration. Twins. Cab. Mommy. Home. Max and Ruby. <3 SLEEP. $6,000. $400. Wal Mart. No more than $5,000. Regions. Assholes. Sperry's. Oil check. Homeless potheads. Korean food. Tang So Yuk. Sushi. Family Dollar. Tampons. Stuff. Sexy assholes. Civic tattoo. Snitch. Almost busted. Asshole. Home. Mallory. Malboro pack. Fucking Crazy T. Tanning. Josh. Dog walking. Texting Mo Mo. No project. Mallory. Music. Dog walking. Science. Icecream. Sonic. Nelson. Sandwich. Wrestling. Tornado watch. "OHMYGAWD HE HEARD ME!" "What?!" "Oh, my daughter just called you an asshole." "NO! I didn't. I called you sexy!" Run in house. Come back out. Get snitched on even more. Almost spilled about unvirgin-ness. Cover up. Mom NOT finding out about that. Half naked people. Paraphernelia. Spell check. IS HE SEXY OR AN ASSHOLE?! Well, yeah. Shower.

I doubt you're reading this, Tyler, but if you are, I commented back. I posted it. Get over it.

My neighbor...I can't decide whether he's a snitching asshole or a sexy looker-outer.

"I know a hobo named George." Hahahaha.

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