I'm sorta happy again! It's the weekend and I'm soooo fricking glad I don't have to bear my ex boyfriend staring at me in the hallways like the crazy son bitch he is.

Okay, I'mma get off track of my happy weekend to tell you peeps 'bout my crazy son bitch ex boyfriend. He's a crazy pervy son bitch. Tried to rape my crazy son bitch emo buddy that he amazingly got to the 'Christian' third base with [this pic used to be nekkid. [link] ]. It's crazy like a son bitch because he's tried stealing the bitchin' virginities of almost every other girl I know. Even the fat ones. Bitchin' crazy, right? I think he respects me or some bitchin' shit, cause he hasn't once tried to father my babies like any other time with any other bitchin' bitch [why wouldn't he want to rape this dorkhead? [link] ] Seriously, bitches. It's crazy shit.

'Aight, other than my paranoia that my crazy son bitch ex boyfriend's gonna rape the hell out of me I'm doing purty damn good. Someone from my friend's church just died of a heart attack at a Mayberry's and her biker dad is crying, but I'm doing okay.

I uploaded a crapload of photos from this summer. They're bitchin'. LOOK AT DEM HOES, HOES.