When we don't want to go back.

Past the door, past the gates; something of greater value awaits.

It's called The Emo Cut-off.

Off to do the groceries in an hour or so; giddy, can't wait to travel the aisles and fill up the cart with flip-flops, Hawaiian Tropic suntan oil, Coppertone SPF 45, bikinis, and a bottle of Malibu.

We're out of bread and cheese, and we have a whole week's menu ahead and nothing to cook with. I'll probably need to grab some green tea, too.

And then I'm supposed to go to school.

Aspirin in gold pots at the end of every rainbow.

roel_kulit: i want a tattoo.
roel_kulit: wala lang!
yourtutuisaskew: ME TOO
yourtutuisaskew: IM PLANNING ON SAVING UP FOR ONE!
yourtutuisaskew: A MERMAID ONE!
yourtutuisaskew: THATS WHY I WANNA START WORKING
yourtutuisaskew: SO I CAN BUY NEW BIKINIS, DIET PILLS, AND GET A TATTOO
roel_kulit: hahahaha okay
yourtutuisaskew: SRSLY
yourtutuisaskew: THATS ALL I WANT
yourtutuisaskew: MONEY, BIKINIS, A 100 POUND BODY WITH A MERMAID TATTOO

Gone are the days when we wanted to be astronauts and librarians, ballerinas and soldiers. The life I want spells c-r-a-c-k-w-h-o-r-e.

Vodka and honesty.

I like good old cheddar cheese with my chocolate milk.

I am on a life-long crash diet.

I just wanna make money, lose weight, and live happily ever after by the ocean in a bikini and flip-flops. With a bottle of vodka. And suntan oil. For a lifetime or two.

Those days are gone forever
I should just let them go but-
But I can see you,
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the (boys) of summer have gone

For those random thoughts nobody wants.