if a stranger comes along and ask me "what kind of life do you have?"
i wonder what should i say.
the kind of life you have pretty much is determined by the kind of people you live with i supposed.

you meet people everyday in your life. but some people you meet in your life everyday. these are the people that really matter... because they determine your answer to the what-kind-of-a-life-i-live question.

here are the people that mattered very much over the many weekends in my life. since i am only truly alive on weekends, these are the people that mould this life.
yet they also happened to be the ones to ruin its sanity.

its a tough world out there... hang out with the meanest-looking



even though he may be a retard at most times

if you want something and dont have it, hang out with the people who do



give me a sharp nose and nice boobies

this (unfortunately) was intentional and supposed to be artistic





this, however, is not

your friendly guide to self-ventilation



first you check out what might be clogging up the vents

then you check it somemore



the more the merrier

afterwhich you stick your pinkies into the area of concern and twist it as many times as necessary





the results are astounding

being able to breathe in fresh air is the result of hard work



and breathing in other peoples fart is a part of breathing in fresh air as well

when you are the person who farted



act like a victim

besties do things together... from camwhoring to breathing fart



and throwing your reputation away

"hey get ready... its about here you start rolling."

you are goddamn lucky to have seen a lolita (who is still alive to blog) roll down stairs before.