So Y'all

Let's begin with the lesson of all stories: SKIP HOMECOMING.

Because all good, orgasmic things arise from skipping the motherload of bullshit disguised in fancy clothing and ecstasy tablets and bad music and crusty mascara and all sorts of high and disgusting pieces of crap mushed together.

Let's add another lesson into the bunch: Date a computer genius and allow your father's porn to fuck everything up.

Because getting Windows 7 and boyfriend time is a happy dancing occasion, especially when said boyfriend has the most amazing piece of grass (park) behind his house. *cue techno music*

1 + 1 = 2, right?

ADD THEM TOGETHER AND

You get a pretty orgasmic park computer fixing WINDOWS 7 night sans the makeup and uncomfortable dresses and a beautiful run out into the night without the fear of molestation because Saint Ann isn't the city. Pretty fucking epic. One of the nicest nights so far.. like. srsly.
I also smell like dog cus Murray and Dinky are the best things evar. Nomnomnom. I used to think Husky was the dog of my choice. But, no. Its Boxers and whatever Dinky is..
 

That is all. I am tired. Sweet dreams. -Ca.