they call me meems.
i smoke weed everyday.
i like whiskey.
red wine is pretty nice too.
i tend to make bad first impressions but i could care less.
i generally hate everyone anyways.
i'm pretty sure i've experienced more life than the average 20 year old.
which leads me to believe i won't live past 40.
pessimistic much? quite so.
i'm in love with my bestest friend in the whole wide world.
i'd die for that man.
kinda ironic considering i don't think i'd be alive if it weren't for him.
i love it when we dance and snuggle under the stars and make wishes at 11:11.
it's corny, but it never gets old.
i want it that way.
tell me why-eeeee.
our kids will cuter, smarter, funnier,and more awesome than your kids.
the simple things in life make me happy.
they're the most appealing.
i'm easily amused.
summer is the only season i loathe.
my tan is awesome but summers in the south make me miserable.
i have a tendency to let a lot of things from my past control who i am in the now, but it's a work in progress.
i think i've done pretty damn well over the past several months not letting it happen.
i'm satisfied with my life right now.
i love my mom but i feel a lot of resentment towards her for not leaving my dad when i begged her to.
i know we'll never be as close as we could be because i'll never be able to get past that one thing.
i wear my least favorite color [pink] more often than i care to admit.
i'm smarter than most people care to believe.
i do suck at math though.
fractions are the motherfucking devil.
i think most celebrities are overrated.
i'm a sucker for flowers and candy.
and hot cheetos and mountain dew.
and spicy chicken sammiches from wendy's.
and mix cd's.
anorexia never worked for me cause i love food too much.
team bulimia.
i'm not a fan of silence.
i feel as though i'm being tortured when i'm left alone with my thoughts.
i'm pretty sure i know every bone and muscle in the human body.
i wanna make bumper stickers of all my one-liners.
my milkshake is so much better than yours.
seriously, it is.
i love afternoon naps.
the more people hate me, the larger my ego grows.
i heart gay men.
just not their butt sex.
i still don't understand how jason let freddy whoop his ass in that movie.
i find my obsessive-compulsive habits to be quite disturbing.
the young and the restless is on.

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