Backseat rider. Head held higher. Pussy tighter. Always flier. The trillest blasian girl you’ll ever meet. You ain’t me homie, you just act like me.
Miranda and I in Pre-Cal. Love her c: (Taken with instagram)
My forehead looks HUGE. Lol.
Two new Estée Lauder eyeshadow palettes. Um….fuck yes?
Back home from battling outrageous mother fuckers in the streets. 35 guys did a double take, 4 guys pulled over, 2 honked, 10 tried to go smack, 5 offered me a ride, 5 followed me, 10 yelled out the window of their cars. At least I got my Starbucks, Subway, Wheat Thins, and Mother’s Day Card. I feel accomplished.
I just met you and this is crazy. But here’s my number, call me maybe.
I just did yardwork for the past couple hours. My body hurts!! D:
But today is a special day!! :D
I think I’ve been getting a bit too carried away with the editing. I can’t help it.
He always wants to be off the fuckin radar. [sigh]
This is why you shouldn’t date super heroes. They’re always off protecting the greater good. I need my own personal bat signal.
Kanessa handed me an abstinence and oral sex brochure today. I laughed, handed it back to her and said, “Pfft! I’m not abstinent!”