my jaw hurts from shivering so much. i got matthew to take me home, his ridiculously too large of a truck took the entire ride to heat up.
no big deal.
dallas is a fucking huge pit. stocky, but so pretty.
i'm so glad to be back, i really am. came home to my mini put asleep in the gazebo chair, he so cuuute.
well i guess writing things off is necessary, i just wish people didnt get so ill over nothing.
valentines day was a blast. three point stance a good bit of the night, i leaned and i rocked. and yelled girl i'll house you. will do again. apparently talked a ton a shit, my b. i have a retarded ass bruise on my leg it keeps getting bigger. weeeird. its three am. my sleep schedule is mind fucked.
so matthew had a weiner dog since the first time i went over there, he was actually my first boyfriend when i moved to georgia. suup middleschool. anyway, the dogs name was bruce and he used to always be inside. tonight i asked, because i thought surely bruce has kicked the can, matthew explains hes now an outside dog but he is still alive and kicking. eli chimes in with how bad he smells.
i think bruce is rotting behind that fence and everyones just thinking hes all alive and shit.
zombie bruce the weiner dog.
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