I heart varian fry

I'd like to date:

a guy who knows how to blow

someone as romantic as

rad and hilarious as kristen wiig (also a girl who knows how to blow)

as admirable as

okay, i just want to snuggle her



so if anyone has any recommendations that meet the above generalities then send them my way ; D

no stinky, IT DOESN"T WORK..

so my teachers method of teaching is great, and she's got got great ideas..
but there's a few things that peeve the darnheck out of me:
every time she passes me she likes to fart, i swear she farts on me and it's really gross..
also to almost everything i say she answers me 'well it works,' which sometimes it does work, but other times when i describe that i feel like einstiens hair does about the test i just took no it doesn't work and i'd like my test back next next week so i can finish it.. that would be disgusting if she stumbled upon my blog and didn't let me finish my test, well here's hopeing i pass with a B..

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it was the best [dream] ive ever had.. to be sure it was a surreal experience. i don't know why i tryed to force myself to forget
it was killing me. I wanted to become someone else maybe just so i could not be tortured a little bit. The [dream] was like the first time i had ever felt. id rather feel that then distract myself with dieing. but i couldn't> remnants of a lost dream. is all i could
that good?
No! you fucking ass wipe!

that magnificent

if only..

..things had gone different. where would i be? i realize the pointlessness of this thought process.. only i really want to learn from my mistakes. I need to figure out what i really want- i have an idea. i really want to be happy. I want to have some sense of accomplishment in my life and i want to share it with people. I want to be loved truely. to the maximum potential of being loved. that doesn't seem possible, except i could love myself to that potential. it will take work i will have to rediscover essential parts of me that i've ignored. satisfaction- not the perverse kind, but the kind that I used to get from finishing a painting, writing a song, poeticle discription that amounts to the essence of my emotions. No i wont ask myself 'what happened?' but what will happen?
I got a wild hair today and I dug out my old character sketchs. i decided that the characters were complete and I swung them straight into the scenery of an old abandoned barn. A grousome fight scene were somebody looses a limb. after i finished a few pages i called an old friend i've been afraid to call for a while. we're going to tea this weekend.
Oh yeah, and i'm buying the property from mom. she's been wanting to sell for so long. I just called up this add in the paper about somebody needing extras they're paying me $500 a day..
a girl can dream right?

goodbye come dry

huh..
yeah i guess i was bored. I still am
but this seems more like one of those things where I am proveing adiquacy in a totally useless domian of my life, which is really just this elaborate thank you which is totally insane but hey? bordem reeks..
maybe we'll learn something, and hey who doesn't love a creepy stalker guy that has soft skin and is a super friend and has that same attitude/feeling thing of i really want to do something cool with myself but i don't know how..
i don't know i see potential, and i feel inadiquate
but mostfully i want to see were this goes.. fucking village people. that could NEVER make me feel sad.. ha look at me smirkin right here,
AHH BITCH ASS TITS! i say frame the mother fucker. tastefully dispicable, yeah and for anyone who thinks it aint tasteful, well i tasted it and it was gooy and i liked it and it was full of taste and super nasty dirty all over your face. and i will probabley not get to make the flavor in the face again but when i do it will be glorious oh yeah and fuckin hand bone me to the fuckin i don't know dude nooner at walmart EVERYBODY's coming tommorow at lunch time. shit i was stoned and it wasn't that lame ass jackin seeds and stems neither i don't kno w waht happen.
as for me i think i have a date with mr. buzz kill. damnit,

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