what makes a person beautiful on the inside?
an awesome personality. open to any kind of conversation. being non-judgmental about people and their flaws, and lastly, just super-awesome.
an awesome personality. open to any kind of conversation. being non-judgmental about people and their flaws, and lastly, just super-awesome.
i highly doubt this. i’m a pretty huge fan of LOST. i’ll take this as a challenge or something.
HAHAHA. this is the one formspring post i get after a week of being away. i have NO IDEA what this is even in reference to.
kinda? seriously. kinda. that’s the only way i can explain it.
well that’s awesome. glad to know i had the right opinion about it.
i have no reason to see Alice In Wonderland. nor do i really want to.
i feel that i’m going to download it, and the whole 3D post-render thing is not something i’m too much of a fan of. i mean i’m planning on midnight Clash Of The Titans to get in the mood for bringing back midnight showings, which i love to do during the summer.
to be honest, the only reason i would watch it is for Anne Hathaway. the rest of it just doesn’t interest me that much. the new Tron trailer in 3D would probably be worth the price of admission, but i’ll wait until December to fully appreciate it.
HUH?
coke story coke story! pleaseee :3
ha okay. this is an interesting enough request. i’ll tell you about the last ever time i did coke. and why i stopped.
i used to do it with this kid named brian d. (not my actual best friend brian) and his girlfriend eileen, who everyone called elly. don’t ask me why. pretty much one night i bumped like 4 rails and went to this party and just couldn’t help myself but slam back practically everything i could get my hands on. at one point i think i had chugged a full solo cup of straight tequila. then me and elly went to the b-room to bump some more and this is when it gets crazy. elly goes out of the room and disappears into the crowd, when this girl i used to know named olivia came up to me and was like ‘huh, you’re the same theo from middle school?’ and i was like ‘yeah.’ and she tugged on my shirt to go down in the basement with her, where there were these strobe lights going off and these black lights and i just couldn’t really establish anything like left or right so i’m just being pulled around until i’m in this corner where people are tugging off of this bottle of what looks like traveller’s club and then i feel this draft and i see that this olivia girl has pulled my dick out and is like rubbing it and then i see elly wave me over, so i go over to her with my dick still out, and she tucked me back in, and she says something to me i can’t really remember, but i do remember going upstairs and seeing brian d. getting thrown against a wall with his nose bleeding. i’m about to go throw a punch but i get fucking hit so hard in the temple, i don’t really remember anything after that, then i wake up sitting up in some chair in bedroom with that same olivia girl telling me i crawled up the stairs after shoving 3 kids around and throwing some kid so hard he went through the drywall that they left and people kept partying. i leave the room without saying anything to see if anyone is still there, and elly is passed out on the couch with brian d. no where to be found. so. i decided upon myself, not knowing where i was, that i was going home. instead i wound up passing out in the back of elly’s car. when i woke up, the car was moving, and was in my driveway. i went inside to my room and passed out. i woke up, went pee, and looked in the mirror to see my nose just bleeding and raw and blood on my lips. it was a horrid sight. then and there i decided to do my last line and never touch the drug again. i just looked at myself in my childhood bathroom, where my little sister was only a door over, and saw how despicable, sad, alone and worthless i had truly become. i had lost and stopped talking to so many of my real friends, had people of no worth in my life besides those who could supply me with what i wanted. i realized that i needed to stop immediately. it was the worst epiphany anyone can ever had and i don’t really wish it upon anyone. i’ve never done it since and that was 3(?) years ago. i think. so yeah. there were definitely more sexual, violent, and probably better coke stories for me to tell, but that was the best one for me to tell other people.
