Aug 212008
 

Urgent. Will die without reading.

  • 14:30 Sometimes I want to slather myself in peanut butter & honey then roll around in sunflower seeds. Just like that piece of bread just did. #
  • 16:32 Today’s happenings: Got my hair re-scened-out and Blake changed his mind about moving in. One has no bearing on other. #
  • 17:21 twitpic.com/8anr – Britney and Preston holla. #
  • 18:00 Have to take detours so Chooch doesn’t see signs for Target and freak out like a girl at a NKOTB concert circa 1990. #
  • 18:56 I wonder if Hot Naybor Chris knows how excited we get when we spot him outside of the neighborhood. #
  • 18:57 Henry wants me to clarify that by “we” I mean “I”. #
  • 21:19 I guess I just don’t understand how dives are scored. #


 

  • 15:40 On our way to fair. Blakes jeans are so tight -not to mention for girls- that he could barely get in the car. #
  • 15:41 I love it when blake backtalks janna. Sass it up, blake #
  • 15:42 Henry just yelled YOU WAIT TIL WE GET OUT OF THIS CAR!!!! To me. #
  • 16:19 Texting the lyrics to wind beneath my wings to henry from backseat. I hope he’s touched. #
  • 16:26 twitpic.com/8e5q – Motley carful to county fair: Henry Blake Chooch and Janna. #
  • 18:26 At fair. Lost my brother. Then just found him and he won’t give me a fried Oreo. FUCKER. #
  • 18:28 Corey found a hair with split ends in one of the Oreos. Just asked me if I still want one. #
  • 19:04 Just peed a little in a ride. #
  • 19:44 Janna is a failure. Fucking pussy!!! #
  • 21:17 twitpic.com/8fae – Hay, best ride ever #
  • 21:38 Corey just rummaged thru jannas purse, past all her contraceptive, panty liners, and pleasure vegetables. #
  • 21:48 LEAVING FAIR SO SAD. Not sad about the welts on my arms and legs that are about to turn into bruises. #
  • 22:50 Unstitch your eyes and you could read this forever. #
  • 10:41 Feels like I was in a car wreck. #

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  3 Responses to “Tweets: Too Sore to Write Edition”

  1. i feel as though if you quit tweeting…
    i might finally go through with the suicide thing.

  2. Henry just yelled YOU WAIT TIL WE GET OUT OF THIS CAR!!!! To me.

    16:19 Texting the lyrics to wind beneath my wings to henry from backseat. I hope he’s touched.

    *losing it* I’m going to try this latter move one day! You’re my inspiration!

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