THIS MEANS YOU
i spoke with mark. my birth father and finally let him know about the tattoos and random fun facts about my life. and it seems to be going well, in the sense that i said “yea, well bet you didn’t figure you had a freak for a daughter”. it’s all relative.
like corn muffins and sex and midnight chinese food in china town.
i despise lazee ness
but i have been subscribed some by an unknown deity.
my mind is flatulated by tolerance and potential. married boy i think may be out. but that’s ok. married is out. dork style is in. too many flishes in the sea to settle for a rebound style relationship with zero return but alot of heartache and annoyance.
i found a neighborhood bizoy. i never do that. neighbors are like all delivery men. even though you want to fuck them in their nice tidy uniforms, it isn’t the best idea. unless they are really hot. and make you really hawt. and make you wanna do butt dances in the middle of jersey bedrooms. but that’s all you get for now.
i’m hungry and need my food fix.
blizang.
goin out with a rizang
ok, i’m a dork too. deal with it.
