theres a lady whos sure all that glitters is gold and shes buying a stairway to heaven

SPENT SATURDAY NIGHT harassing innocent bystanders, risking my mickey mouse ear's life, spiking (and ultimately ruining) slurpee's, loosing lighters, walking bare socked, messing with the webcam, discussing current affairs, lounging around a pathway and just being severely inclined with the girls (hence, proving jennifer's bi-sexuality haha) there were definitely a scatter of eventful memories, one of which including a strange man and his cat (that seriously would heighten any kind of uncertainty against tracey's natural ability to observe sidewalks whilst in a moving car) and another that will probably be thoroughly referenced in future post's as two annoying phrases im beginning to feel bombarded with in my day to day speech, look out for starting sentences with "how about" and saying "fail on life" - and in lieu of ignoring my foolish habits, i would be notably thankful if you'd tell me to shut the fuck up. thanks in advance. hope you enjoyed thy easter and you kids better be up to no good! ;) xo