I wanna name my kid Wayne. But I also want to do a ginger and then have a kid with him and name the kid Wayne and that kid could be RIPPED and have dreads.
I love gingers with dreads. And he’d have precious gauges. Oh my god, he’d be like 7 and have gauges. What a badass. He’d get so many chicks duh stephanie chapman.
And he would play guitar like Quinn Cochran because Quinn Cochran plays guitar like Lil Wayne. Oh my god, so badass.
I probably won’t marry a ginger though. I mean, maybe we’d just date for a while and I guess he’d have to be one of those guys that didn’t feel like obligated to marry me just because he got me pregnant nawmeen.
I got summer hatin’ on my ‘cause I’m hotter than the sun
Got spring hatin’ on me ‘cause I am never sprung
I got winter hatin’ on me ‘cause I’m colder than y’all
And I will never, I will never fall.
I suck at blogging, this doesn’t even make sense.
paul heinemann is fine.
he be playin’ football and such. ANYWAY
i’m gonna tell you all a story about… sophie hadadd.
she is extremely cool. what’s cooler than being cool? ice cold. she tells extremely good jokes like, “you’re not the same when you smoke. i am a dog.” she lives at my house all the time. she loves a lot of things! liiiike, she loves me and my neighbor eel eye and our friends the Abids and our friends the Rocky Horror crowdz. she goes to center! pffft.
i love her even know she goes to center and i can’t go to center! boo! AND CATS. oh man, she loves cats. and oh man. she loves oh man. and man man. and men. but not really.
love, paloma.
p.s. hi sophie!
p.s.s … or p.p.s. shake it like a polaroid picture.