You've gotta pay for my shoes. Otherwise, I'm free. Watch me walk down the runway. My hair's too long. It's hiding my eyes from the world. And my agent (pimp) And my feet are too arched to fit into any other heel. Fuck. You. I need Cheerwine. Buckets of it, Godamnit.
I have $10 and we have four 12 packs. My friend is also bringing a bottle of SoCo tonight. Plus I have anpther eighth and shrooms, so I'm set for the hike. 15-20 miles or so.
Wtf. I need to get really really baked before my friend comes or else he'll think something funny is up with me.
stilettos, pumps, in da club! YEAH! i can look jazzy and nasty wit ma stiletto heels on but if a ho say somethin trust me den her hair will get thrown ooh man i love dat song!
I am absolutely repulsed, Krystin. You didn't mention a diaphragm or anything. Jesus. However, I like this poem-esque thing you've created. I'd pay at least $20 for you, Miss Craven. And that's just if I can lick your pisces toe.