I'm in love an 8th grader. (no, not the previously mentioned whore, it was a guy)
I'm getting a tatoo. Not sure what or where yet. I'll probably change my mind.
I'm getting a nose ring. A nice diamond stud, but I might wait until runny nose season is over and then change my mind on that one too.
These are the results of attending my first ever DMS school-wide assembly. Complete and utter peace of mind, body, and spirit. Aah, sweet eurythmia, take me away.
4 comments:
Uhhh, yeah? What? Kids talk about that stuff in 8th grade? I think I am disgusted.
Thus another reason I DO NOT attend Morgan's Power House! Too many scary students come walking out of her school. I'm glad she's a dork!
I don't get it. Please help the slow one.
Is this what 8th Graders say? And Do? Scary. I don't like to think about things like that. But eventually you do.
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