be kind to your dog, he is only a few short years of your life but you are ALL of his. lets see how fricken serious we can take ourselves. one thing that bothers me is when someone says "whats she doing on a sex site and not like doing her self on camera?" i talk a lot. deal with it go away or both. or neither. i dont care. all i know is that there are no bake cookies to make and i am procrastinating. also i am a proficient typer. typest? tipeyst? wtf, typologist. ok every day i wish for the end of the rest of my life without my simon

Mi persona ideal: no one. someone invisible, deaf, blind, and mute. please be non physically handicapped or parapalegic. no inbetweens. its okay to get close with your pet goat as long as you arent touching me because i am made from the dust from the explosion of the mother star who birthed us on my birthday. all of humanity comes from the womb that rests inside my left nostril and now i am thinking i am not thinking about anything which is indeed thinking about something but just because something is infact actually something doesnt mean much more than it has it self and its self it has but it hasnt anything else else it would be somethings instead but plural isnt always better than bad it is however always badder than you bet. baseball caps look funny on me because my feet are cold bare on the concrete you are obviously getting annoyed i am focusing solely on this paragraph that says absolutely nothing at all not even somewhat entertaining even really poorly written no creativity and you are feeling like irritated by my lack of interest in you i feel bad but not really because youve known this all along you make decisions that scream you dont give a fuck not even as a decent friend you are a fairweather friend you told me that yourself clearly and i always try to see the dependable part of you surface but so far its all "well how does this benefit me" which is fine i guess we can trade a bit of give and take. god knows youve helped me a lot more than anyone else except for that guy who got away you know the one on navajo drive. he is the last person that i ever loved and i wish we could go back in time to right when we got simon. omg i fucking miss simon so fucking much. i hate my fucking life and anything i can do to get away from this start nnew or disappear and die ... please contact me if you want to kidnap someone and let them live in the desert with you for a little bit maybe allow me to have some come to jesus moment, fuck me use me whatever like a real slave then murder me i dont care at this point