how you won’t treat me like a fucking adult so that all it ultimately does is end up making me feel petulant and childish.
because there is no response that will make me sound any less childish than you’ve implied. fuck.
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how you won’t treat me like a fucking adult so that all it ultimately does is end up making me feel petulant and childish.
because there is no response that will make me sound any less childish than you’ve implied. fuck.
three bars in one day, a frolickful walk through mt. auburn cemetery (which is deceptively cool), the passion of the jew, a pitcher of sangria and dancing the night away to 80’s music at the common ground. (big ups to djbrian for playing big country for my wench)…talk about a good thanksgiving.
yay squared.
and to the creepy old stank dude at the common ground, my name is becky, yo. and becky don’t dig geezers, ya heard.
great thanksgiving…yesssssssssssssss…
how you won’t treat me like a fucking adult so that all it ultimately does is end up making me feel petulant and childish. because there is no response that will make me sound any less childish than you’ve implied. fuck.
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three bars in one day, a frolickful walk through mt. auburn cemetery (which is deceptively cool), the passion of the jew, a pitcher of sangria and dancing the night away to 80’s music at the common ground. (big ups to djbrian for playing big country for my wench)…talk about a good thanksgiving. yay squared. and […]
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