I am in
L I M B O . . . .
waiting,
for something,
some thing,
someone,
to help me.
Does life ever make sense?
I need a break.
I am in
L I M B O . . . .
waiting,
for something,
some thing,
someone,
to help me.
Does life ever make sense?
I need a break.
November 1st, 2006 at 3:11 pm
the first time i ever had alcohol i was at my auntie inday’s while she was in the philippines. it was white wine out of a box. my bestest friend trever and i were listening to the sneaker pimps. somehow one glass one cheap wine and that hot girl making noises akin to sexin’ subconsciously convinced trever and i we should make out. thus the end of a beautiful friendship.