Today was my first day back to school, as an upper classman. Met with my old and new teachers and mingled with the new fish that are pondering there ways through the halls. But one teacher caught my attention. He wrote on the board- “34 minutes.” He kind of just left it there but the whole time I was just oogling at it. After a bit of lecturing he finally got to it. He said - “34 minutes til class ends, I don’t wanna hear any “how gay..” “this is gay..” or “hellla gay..” or anything related to that subject. Did you know every 34 minutes a person who is confused about their sexual orientation and where they stand in this world commits suicide?” long pause..”so think about what you’re about to say every 34 minutes.” the end.
They say it’s because of my age, but age ain’t nothing but a number.
I always think about eating a ChimiChanga, but what is a ChimiChanga? I’ve forreals never had one, Weh.
Good thing no one can every stop me from dreaming, that’s the only time things actually go my way.
And now is the time to do things-full force… FALCON PUNCH!!
awh thanks! it’s actually just a hobby, I like to cut hair for fun. but I’m actually looking forward to maybe going to school on the side when i get to college.(=
haha awh im not sure of that, but thanks..
but my day is really hot today=T but sorry i dont like to have conversations off these things.
He sexy as hell.