nineteen90.

whoever thought 'crash, burn and die' could be punk rock?? i've done so much and gained so much (all those drinkable cereals that comes in packets has been partially my midnight snack plus-minus the 6-7 hours of non stop tevo madness). Ive done nothing good lately, in fact ive been intoxicating myself almost every night ever since my nineteenth birthday and let me tell you this, i think i handle beer pretty much better than i see myself handling a man/boy/monster/guy or those things with a dangling stick in my life. At least beer cooperates and pays full attention towards your feelings. That and my babe sofie are seriously a great sobering machine. Anycows, Valentines day was dope. Meet my new friends, the cook and your mom(: we drank 4 bottles of beer for 4 freaking hours( tell me who else drinks that long besides your pet iguana?) while listening to a healthy dosage of class95, singing to each and every song they played. Obviously, the cook got tired and frustrated and we all grew restless and retarted. God only knows why.

I don't get humans who gets under your nerve and starts scraping the inner walls of it. It's time for me to regain myself and shred my skin. I need a huge luggage. And you are a huge fat juicy walking twat!!!

hugs and kisses.
xoxo