I love going to the bathroom. Everytime I pull my pants down, I feel an overwhelming sense of pride that at the age of 16 months, I pottytrained myself. I love going to shows, and when the downtown closed I cried with all of the Long Island scene. I know a lot about Long Island. If you tell me what street you live on, I can get there in about 10 minutes. LIE♥♥ I've done all of Long Island by walking.
A boy that will lay on top of me and take naps. A boy that looks like Marc. A boy that will hold my hand when I cross the LIE. A boy that will talk to me until 3 AM every night. A boy wears tight girlpants and goes to shows every week. A boy that moshes with all of his boys and comes out with no bruises. A boy that kisses other boys so he doesn't have to kiss me.
A girl that will agree with my habits about masturbation. A girl that can kiss well. A girl that owns a strap on even though she knows it won't fit into my vagina. A girl that doesn't shower. A girl that has blue eyes, but whenever she asks someone her eye color, they say brown. A girl that wears the same jacket from any clothing store every single day. A girl that's name is Delia. A girl that likes chocolate milk. A girl that will kiss my face and tell me she's my biggest fan. A girl that looks at granny porn.
I can't really quite describe my psuedo music taste; It's much jazzier than anything you listen to, it has a better beat, much more apathetic lyrics, and it's very nostalgic. What can I say, my music is amazing, like me. If I was any more amazing, I would be a psuedo Olivia. I love using the word psuedo. Werrrd.