i called 911 for the first time today
MY ARTPOP COULD MEAN ANYTHING
i like spitting and drinking liquor from a shallow glass and catching bugs and chasing snakes
CRY AND BITCH AND MOAN ALL YOU WANT BECAUSE THE BULLSHIT JUST KEEPS GETTING DEEPER AND THE HARD TIMES ONLY GET HARDER <3
there is a new employee here who reeks of vodka and cat piss. i dont know if i can do this anymore
I don’t like to think about MY world on fire but that’s not unrealistic with all this bullshit. Where do we run?
T just told me her cousin is a tree cutter and they dont have port-a-pottys on the job site theyre currently working and so the guys have to shit into the wood chipper?