boys boys all types of boys
so this is weird. i dont know what to make of it at all. what should i do?
fuck fuck fuck
i dont think i could love anyone. i'm fucking crazy. i have terrible judgement.
and also if i dont stop eating cheese i will fucking shit myself to death.
dont you think this dylan thing is fucking wack?
johnson never called me back last night and i spent the rest of my evening hanging out at the toast.
and i also dont think its a good idea to wear my garter belt to work anymore because pat was like humping me in the walk-in and i didnt like it that much.
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