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intro ![]() spokedelicous ★hipster★ there's a possibility all that i had was all i'm going to get... smorgasboard fuckable five 1. james mcavoy - even as ms. patricia 2. daniel radcliff - inclusive of swiss army corpse and igor 3. elijah wood - deviant 4. tom hardy - 5. tbd all of these are pasty white-boys. i officially have a type. extras picture gallery coming soon |
Sunday, October 17, 2010
6:23 AM ● this is what they call regret??? okay so tonight... wow. tonight. there is so much to say about what the hell went down tonight that i'm confused as to where to start. first of all... the giants won. that in itself makes me extremely happy. next, i went to a bar where there was a lot of corpse paint and naked/half-naked bodies. it was a little scary, a little traumatizing and definitely a little fucked up. i can't even begin to describe the thoughts running through my head as i watched a girl in a nylon big enough to cover her entire body writhe and twist non-sense-ically to a fucking metal song, only to later reveal she was wearing undies and a few poorly positioned pasties. like, that in the fuck!? next... there was more corpse paint and zombie things going on than i cared to admit. teen wolf was there. why.... i'm unsure but i do know that he smokes and it is a terribly habit-- especially one that young. and so... hairy. yech. there were girls swinging from swings on the ceiling. i did a jagger shot with the girls at the bar AFTER the owner of the bar bought the shot. mucho much confused. i'd like to say that it ended there but it didn't. there was a girl that exorcised her vag... awkward period panties and all. it was most inciting of my friend but i didn't know what that was abou.t i was too concerned that there was a man who is my height trying to make me his bitch for te night. like... EEEEEEWWW why would i want to dance/hook-up/talk to someone who is clingy, someone who needs me eighthousand times more than i need him? i wouldn't. but that's another story for a tme far, far away in the furuter. right now... the eyes are at half-mast and it's time for bed. later days my dearest... you know how it goes. xxxo b. |
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