Thanks, Tumblr, for not letting me reblog anything. Not that I was talking to anyone, anyway. Okay, this is making me look like a loner and I’m rambling.
I dont think we’ve met right? I’m Michael, Michael Justice What’s up?
No, I don’t think so, I’m Payton. Cleaning out my closet, I’m such an animal, aha, you?
Sure took ya long enough! Don’t worry ‘bout it, though. I go moody when I’m tired.
I HUR U GURL, I HUR U. I’m exhausted, I’m going to bed. Night!
I DIDN’T SEE YOUR REPLY DOE
I’M SUCH A PAYTON
EL OH EL
No offence, Payton.
You wanna say this to my face?
Don’t worry ‘bout that, dear. You’ll catch up. And if you don’t, just pretend that you know what you’re doing. That’s what I do, at least. I’m Lily, by the way. Welcome to camp!
…and now I feel bad. I look like such a bitch. I’m sorry, I didn’t see your posts. BUT IT’S OKAY, ‘cause now we can be best friends.
Oh my god! Were they gay? Ahahaha! I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
No! That was the thing! They were actually pretty popular, probably because they were all football players. One of them was like, “We’re accepting members, just so you know.” Just.. no.
I think ‘tis.
Oh my gosh! That just reminded me of these boys from back home. There’s these four guys and they have a group called ‘Gucci Gang’ and their saying is ‘Get gucci!’ I’m just like, ‘No, what are you doing? Go away.’
Little tacos running around Everwood?
I don’t think this camp can handle that.
We could give on to everyone who goes here. It’d be, like, one big cat party.
It sounds weird, now. But give it a while to sink in.