allowed entry at 2:51 am
I want my share of the birthday cake.
I want my green apple milk tea.
I want my cheese waffles.
I want my snickers.
I want my cheese balls.
I want my beef prosperity burger meal.
I want my curly fries.
I want my mac & cheese from Kenny Rogers.
I want new girl boxers.
I want new lip rings.
I want my dosage of Viceroy Menthol Light.
I want my shots of Vodka.
I want to get tattoos.
If only there were no
- Limitations
- Rules
- Fears
- Shortages
I'd be the happiest girl on the face of the Earth. Make that the entire fucking universe.
People's perception of being "happy" is really screwed up, I might say.
Life's too short for you to dwell on your unhappiness.
Don't limit yourself to doing everything by the book. For once, fuck theories. Dive into the practicals.
See me talk. See me laugh. See me being nonsensical. See me make fucking lame jokes.
It's just my way of not dwelling on the downside of my life.
And besides, what's there not to be happy about, knowing that you're never alone?
Surrounded by awesome friends, who are never tired of laughing along with you.
omfuck, I sound like I'm preaching.
Oh.

I want this too.