CHAMPION SHIT. (heartwarming: genluvsyou: Felecity has grown...)

Nineteen though.
I like a lot of shit.
Coffee, rape lists, movies, pretending to speak French, adapting several different personalities in preparation for my life as a sassy ass con-artist slash prositute with a heart of gold clogged arteries, Will Arnett, learning to be a bitch in sign-language, HOT JEW DICK (or any hot dick for that matter. Just not be ugly. Proper sentence.) eating sandwiches at three in the morning, campy shit, Trey Songz, making fun of serious situations, David Sedaris, Bill Hader...
SPEAKING of Bill Hader that sexy mofuck could wipe his ear wax on my lips if he wanted. Dave Franco, too. and Aaron Johnson. Him too, too. Come all ye have sex me with. Unprotectedly. Which is a word.
Lafayette ala HBO's True Blood is my own personal fucking hero. So, that was important.
KK this shit is about as long as not your dick. Let's wrap this bitch up. Other things I anally rape the shit out of: Netflix, the word "dude", books and shit, John Mayer usually, a shit load of music, The Royal Tenenbaums, speaking solely in movie quotes, sleep, Spike Lee (accidentally), blankets, inappropriate fondling of strangers, rain, James Byron Dean, The People Under the Stairs, Cillian Murphy, curves, GINGERS, Taco Bell, writing, HBO shit, She's Too Young, cheesy 1980's films, being EXTREME, pterodactyl screeches, Michael Pitt, Office Space, Ben Stiller, the piano, Ving Rhames, ballet shit, Elijah Wood's face, salt, New Zealand shit, Paul Rudd, sparkling cider, my torched figure skating dreams, The Olympics, Kid Cudi, baby powder, and...hoodies.

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