reconstruct a heart that's torn apart from overexposure

I went to Natalie house for the afternoon today. It was really fun. We went outside and played:



We watched sweeney todd and ate dinner, then we ate popcorn with really good stuff on it. I dont' remember what it was called. I don't have pictures from sweeney todd, but I do have pictures from the ride home:



I also have a picture of my babies that I took home after her mom dropped me off:



I just thought that I'd share these all with you, because they're quite amusing in my opinion

numero uno

This is my first post on this site. Exciting? Yes. You know, I had an interesting conversation with Jenni Milling this evening. About petroleum jelly. Old people use it for lube. Isn't that gross? I think it's gross, becuase old people are like celibate. They do not fuck. That's just disgusting. I'm getting a horrible mental image right now that I'm trying to block, but it's like, not happening. I've realized that I'm indeed addicted to the computer. I completely change my myspace every day because I get bored of having the same layout. I change my song every ten minutes. It's really bad. Max says he's never seen anything like it. I can type 65 wpm. Which means words per minute. In case you didn't know that.

So we're definitly going to die in 2012 and I'm scared. I want to see past the age of 20, becuase like, what's the point of living now if I'm just going to die in fucking five years? I don't know either! It's pretty retarded. I hope it's not slow and painful, becuase that would suck ass. I hope it's just quick and I don't even realize what's happening. I'm probably going to hell though. Because I'm a horrible person. But that's beside the fact. What happens if I'm like the last person left in the universe? Like in I am Legend? That would suck. I'd probably save Stinky too. If she's still alive then, because who knows? She's got this weird thing on her back and I don't know what it is but it looks like a tumor. It scares me. What would I do without Stinky? Probably kill myself. That's what. We'd go play golf and try to find a cure for all the vampire zombie people. Or whatever they are.