F*cking ants. I swear to Geebas!!

My ankles look like a blind man's coloring book. Helen Keller can read the insect "inspired" braille-like death bumps. They read: "F*ck This B*tch, Git Ur Done, and What's the fuss, tell me whatsa going on!"

So apparently, any "moles" you may have along your milk lines have the chance of being third nipples and so on.

I swear to gawd if these two moles I have turn out to be "lil" nips, I will burn... (continue reading)

Why do I keep going out there?!?

Ok ok ok... cause he's the only one I have.

but got dammit he's cute!! and he has these big gorgeous juicy lips!!

Gah!! I'm not even getting what I want/need out of it.

Damn... I need to get a man?? Or that one I want who is so far away...

OR!! I need to stop worrying about men, and focus on school and the Air Force.

Yeah, stay on track a**bag! =P---

[I didn't do anything BAD Kevin!] O=D... =/

Oh my freakin gawd!! Here I am trying to greedily enjoy my Ravioli I fancily made on the stove; and the b*tch burns me!!

I don't give a damn if its my fault! The skin in the front of the roof of my mouth is missing!! A travesty has been wrought here!

Oh... I'm upset by my immature feelings. I had friends last week, and now I'm disgusted them?! [My two twin Puerta Riffas bka Mexicans] We moved apart as quickly as we came together.

Its that b*tch, [we'll call her Regina]... (continue reading)