Not responsible for your seizure
The clap…tonight on Maury!
All is silent on the interwebz and I couldn’t be happier.
— Dorothy Parker (via creationoftheday)
I love to write snail mail and still send letters to friends regularly.
I am so sick and tired of having to defend myself against a man who said he wanted to have sex with children! It is constant. He has posted my real name all over the internet and I tried very hard to keep my personal live private. I don’t know what else to do about the dirty son of a bitch. I hate to wish someone dead, but this man does NOTHING, and I mean NOTHING to give back to society. He brings misery and gets off on it. When he dies then his shit will end. Until then I get maligned by a psycho.
Today is the first day of the rest of your life.
This dummie thought he could flip the bird in open court and get away with it. Tard.
Pain. Can’t sleep. Spinal fusion sucks and I feel like I am getting worse. I cannot shake this pain. Percocets don’t touch this pain.