best dream ever.

"oh man i had the most fucked up dream yesterday. vane was crying and she takes my car and drives herself home but then she leaves it there and comes back to my house and i'm like 'where's my car' and she's like 'it's at my house' and i start telling her off and then amanda was there and refused to give me a lift and i snapped and was like 'you ungrateful bitchesssssssssssssss' but i started laughing cause that's the lamest most soap opera-y thing you can say"

"it gets worse. then i'm in this scenario where i'm in a high school and i start howling as if im turning into a werewolf but everyone and the teacher in the class is like 'wtf are you smoking' and then i just stop howling and take a seat. then i woke up."

in case you were wondering. this was a series of text messagios directed towards ma boo, gee-double-L. but i only call her this behind her back.
the moral of the story is:
don't drink alcohol.
change your undies at least once a day.
and this boy.

i swear to you i will dress up like link from zelda.
and i will hunt this fucker down with a cross bow.
i dont care if his abs look like i can use them to wash my delicates.
i'm tired of seeing him shirtless, doing cartwheels on beaches while simultaneously riding a motorcycle.
that's a physical impossibility.
and who fucking wears jeans to the beach?!