It’s for you Blow-me-o.

Eating Out.

I want to see it. Mm, god, I wanna see it. Gwen finds out, yet again, that another boyfriend of hers is gay. Oh lawd. I’m gonna lol.

“I couldn’t be any more positive if I were gang raped in a repository bin at the needle exchange.“

“My titties didn’t occur to you? Look at them! They occur to every man I meet!“

“When he’s around, my heart beats like a trailer park husband.”
“That is so gay. And I mean all three definitions.“

“Eat it, little gay boy!“

Jamie Peterson: Fag, you’re it!
Tiffani: I turned him gay, but I can turn him back.
Jamie Peterson: No fag-backs.

Caleb: What the hell are you making?
Kyle: Sausages. Big. Fat. Sausages.

It’s too much.

I feel bad saying it. I feel bad asking when I know it won’t happen. I feel bad that it’s actually the only thing I want for my birthday.
I just want you there for it.

I don’t want you to tell me that if that’s what I want then alright…I like surprises…I don’t like asking for surprises… if you can’t make it, you can’t make it. I want my birthday on my birthday.
I want you to sweep me off my feet and take me away. I’ll be 17…is that important for anything? Age didn’t matter to begin with. I want you to take me away to somewhere where we can be completely alone. I want to lay with you, be with you, sleep with you. I want to kiss you and hold you. I don’t need jewelery…I need you. (I feel like Rin has said that)

I don’t like how if I ask for something for my birthday I get it and it’s no surprise…I really do like surprises… just…when they work out…and if I like it… it depends on the surprise, you know? I don’t want someone to surprise me and then be upset if I don’t like it. That sorta thing.

I love you honey…and I’m sorry for being this way with my birthday…you try having your birthday by a holiday.

My birthday sucks every year, babydoll. Perhaps I’d see you the week after…I know it’s still a while away…but. I dunno. I feel like it’s closer than it should be.

…I dunno. I figured I should tell you.

Now you’re becoming everything