should not bother me! yeah, it's a little bit of a bummer that. you are not telling me it. but yeah, then it wouldn't be a secret. then i think. we shouldn't keep secrets. then it's like well, isn't that healthy to keep secrets? do i have secrets? no. not that i wouldn't tell you. but i'd respect a diary. so why am i not okay with this? i should be. but meh. it's a little like. oh, so you don't trust me? but it's not that. just. a place for her to get her thoughts out without judgement or anyone reading or anything. which i just leave for my red hunting hat. but i'm really open to writing things on here because
1. the readers i know for sure who regularly read this that i know of.. maybe.. are pearl, hunter, and elly. possibly raeesah. once in a while. for a gig.
2. the people above. are my best friends. anddd. if they judge. it's for a good reason. orrrr they can suck it :D orrr. meh! i don't know!
3. i guess i just don't care? bad? good?
i just whine and complain. some people make separate blogs to whine and complain. but i flow in and out of happiness and complaining i couldn't comb through all the nonsense.
spit words.
click publish post.
feel half a shit better.
half a shit? what..
THIS IS NO WAY HATING ON YOU. i jus' fill lil' insecurz.
as usual.
i'll get over it. everyone should! right? right.
what else is going on? oh, right. PAINPAINAPINAPIANPAINIANAIPNIPANIANAIPNIPANIPANAIPNIPANAINIPANIPANAINAIPNAIPNAIPANIANIPNAPANIPNAINAINPAINAIANIPNAIPANAPINAPIANAPINAPINAPAINAPINAAPINAPIAN.
other than that.
alaska is playing with a fake feather from michaels from this pack of fake feathers i bought just so i could have a red one for my peter pan costume. and it's mother fucking cute as shit.
she'll like do a 540 degree vertical twirl in the air and fall on her back playing with it. it's like she's fascinated, angry with it, and pleasured by it all at the same time. then she just walks away from it. knowing when she's had enough and it's time to just move on. that's a sign of a true lady.
i wanna C L E. get it? elly. see. i'm gonna say that now. i wan CLE iWancle. like a monocle. those are bad ass. alright. so it shall be written, so it shall be done.
whoaa.
weird.
this is getting weird.
TOO MANY DAYZ IN THE HOUSE. since tuesday girl. tuesday. it is now friday. lots of hours.
or maybe it's the pain meds makin' me craycray.
OR MAYBE IT'S JUST REGULAR SAVANNAH CRAYCRAYNESS.
who knows. who cares. suck my deek.
i like when german women say W's as V's.
i like how they say.. anything.
they cool. they cool.
ENOUGH ABOUT GERMAN WOMEN, HOW'S YOUR ERECTION HUNTER?
..i gotta go.
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