i don't believe that people are better because of their financial status, but i hate myself for not being able to provide f@or my friends. i hate myself for not being able to feed my boyfriend. fuck, i can't feed myself.
-Bob@

sixtysix.

your friends have blue eyes and brown eyes and hazel eyes and maybe even green eyes. all my friends have red eyes.

sixtyfive.

im so high n all i can think was that a little boy or did trevor caron walk by?

sixtyfour.

be weary of your friends who bluff well in games as it often translates into life.

sixtythree.

welcome to the twenty-first century;
the public stoning has gone out of style.

welcome to the state of emergency;
you and i were manufactured for spare body parts.

welcome to the twenty-first century;
and kiss your own ass goodbye.