I ate lunch with my ex the other day in hopes of at least reinstating a friendly acquaintanceship.
He called me an STD-infected sand nigger and told me to get lost.
Obviously, it worked.
Reblogged from A Collection
I pledge to read the printed word.
I, like you, am hiding skeletons in my closet.
I'm not any more interesting than a cliche,
but so many of you seem to think I am.
Hence, I continue to broadcast
the distorted musings of my distorted mind.
Go ahead and read about me,
stalk and make fun of my face,
or ask me things if you so wish.
I ate lunch with my ex the other day in hopes of at least reinstating a friendly acquaintanceship.
He called me an STD-infected sand nigger and told me to get lost.
Obviously, it worked.
but oh, how beautiful those rocks are.
sand is overrated by i enrapture on Flickr.