this year i will be turning twenty four. fuck you. people who are older than that think oh, psshhht whatever. no big deal. you're not even twenty five yet. OH REALLY!? well? twenty four is pretty fucking close to twenty fucking five which is pretty close TO DEATH DAY OLD AGE SAG TITTS!!!!!!! so? for my bithday this year i will be mourning the DEATH of my beautiful youth. i'm having a funeral. with a karaoke machine. and a punk dude who sings johnny cash. it's going to be just a house party. no groupies, no fart mouths, no nothing. just the lovers that i love. a house party. no DJ, no bullshit. and a keg. fuck yes and CAKE! i'm going to make my house all spooky and scary and sad. wear black. ok?
when i type this small it's hard to read.
hey listen, you! whoever you are..
what are you doing? what are you into?
do you want to get in on this OH SHIT, shit? fuck it. i'm bored of me. WHAT ABOUT YOU?! i know that some blogs have more than one person writing on them. so? don't you want to write on this one?
i'll let you.. probably.
ok, so... let me think about this. just email me. jilliandahhling@gmail.com
email me.. anything. fuck it. whatever you think.
i hope someone actually wants to do this. it would be so great!
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