needed to figure where i to smoke a joint before the sun goes down?
this is my life right now. back to age 14, where i would have to sneak behind the house with a bottle of cologne and a full packet of gum, just to get a smoke on. the only difference is clair isn’t here.
its fun though, i like sneaking around, and pretending like everthing in fact does matter. I’m pretty sure i was caught smoking weed today, my grandma would just tell me off, but not freak out as bad as o believe she could. The thing is, i just don’t want to take the chance. Simple Life. Simple Life.
I did a complete rehaul of the backyard and just entered into a mood of: poooped. Right now I sit here listening to Georgia singing gospel songs from the kitchen.
Sometimes the lyrics seem sexual, makes it kind’ve funny to listen to.
Draw me inside/ I allow you to/DOwhatever you do/ do it in me/ Bring me near/Draw me to your side/ With no shame/ I will soar with you/ You lead me on/ From the power of your love/
I can’t believe i posted granny pantie shots, but fuck it, all the better. SLLLUTTTTYYYYTITS
the sooner i stop acting like my addiction to fruit of the Loom and other “full bottom” knickers is a sacred secret, the sooner i can get into wearing them all the time with no shame.
I have embraced underwear that reaches my belly button for the past month, and i am not ashamed to say it. They were $8.99 at Zellers in Kingston the day before i left for the carribean, and it’s been the best $9 i’ve spent in a long long long time. thongs do f all for me.
