Why don't you stop dressing me up like a mailman and making me dance for you while go and smoke crack in your bedroom and have sex with some guy I don't even know on my dad's bed?
...and, for the record, I've only had one soda today (and the unsweetened large iced tea).
...and, for the record, I've only had one soda today (and the unsweetened large iced tea).
Mood: 
hyper
hyperListening to: Dashboard Confessional - As Lovers Go
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