This year I made two best friends. I am not thta good at making friends and didn't have many ever. Now that they are both in relationships I am not "needed." We used to talk about everything and hang out all the time. Now I am so alone. I guess they weren't really my best friends and it sucks not having friends.

I had no idea who Kiah Abbey was until there were suddenly a billion confessions about her. What up, prez?

My perfect man.. More old school than anything..
* Opens doors for people (not just women).
* Enjoys the outdoors.
* Isn't afraid of being goofy.
* Isn't a man whore.
* Comfortable with his sexuality.
* Doesn't use tobacco.
* Doesn't do drugs.
* Enjoys drinking, but doesn't do it all the time.
* Over 21 (preferably).
* Likes the old school dates (movies, dinner, simple stuff).
* Treats a lady like they should be treated.
* Likes to be spontaneous.
* Is respectable.
* Likes to camp.
* Enjoys hunting.
* Isn't afraid to get dirty (actual mud).
* Enjoys horse back riding.
* Likes to sing (doesn't mean you have to be good).
* Isn't afraid to speak his mind.
* Someone that doesn't revolve around sex.
* Enjoys swing dancing.
* Likes to cuddle, but not overly obsessed with it.
* Always open to new ideas.
* Not afraid to stand up for himself.
* Likes hiking.
* Doesn't like a lot of physical contact in public (maybe holding hands and a quick kiss are okay).

Now the rest are preferred but if he is the right person it doesn't matter.
* 5'10" - 6'5" tall.
* Dark short hair.
* Light eyes.
* Nice smile.
* Physically fit.
* Drives a pickup (preferably Cummins or Duramax).
* Likes to wears boots (but has other shoes too).

Well I hope you are out there, I just have yet to find you. <3

I went to a wedding the other day and remembered how much I hate churches and organized religion. So, to make up for it, I rolled a Satan Spliff with page 666 from one of their bibles. Hell, here I come!

There are two people you’ll meet in your life. One will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that peak their interest. The other will take his or her time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe fold corners of you that inspired them most. You will meet these two people; it is a given. It is the third that you’ll never see coming. That one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book.

I want to be skinny but I also want pizza for Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner. Do you feel me.

My ideal man
-smells like raw asshole
-likes to eat cabbage
-has an extreme interest in cats
-will shit on my chest
-anything else is a plus

Its funny when girls that jokingly call each other ratchet hoes, are actually the thirstiest ratchet hoes out there. Stop being so sus, you all know who you are!