The name is Day-Yawn Jolene Theresa Eirene Isaman. Or Dj for short.I am a compulsive liar, a cheater, a good-for-nothing girl, heart-breaker, slut, hispanic, chinese, french, japanese, native american, italian, polish, [the list on nationalities goes on], emotionless, stupid, cold-hearted, freak of nature.
Congratulations...you just wasted 10 seconds of you life reading that, because...that is not me.
St. Aloysius '06. Academy Of American Studies '10 Hunter '14 (or probably '15).
Proud member of POH & E.Sig.Phi.
Do you ever have that moment when a kid is looking at you and you realize that they’re looking at you as a grown up? Then its like no child im a children too, dont. Im sorry my outward appearance confuses you.
Story of my young adulthood.
(via kaleido-scopicccc)@2 weeks ago with 237544 notes
Hmm. Im flattered… but… I promised to never let him live it down.
Haha but of course in his defense we were just talking about his mom. Some things slip. So if you are reading this then don’t worry. Sex will be funny. And yes, I still love you.@2 weeks ago
How did you forget two days in a row? You need to be more responsible. More independent. Take care of yourself. Stop wasting time. Ughhhhhhhhhhhh. I frustrate me!@2 weeks ago with 1 note
This is the chemical formula for love:
dopamine, seratonin, oxytocin.
It can be easily manufactured in a lab, but overdosing on any of them can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity.
Let that sink in."
My two priorities include:
Which adds up to 4 or 5 rave outfits and A LOT of Kandi.
Oh Lawd. Please 2015. Let me meet Steve Aoki.
I’m going camping and gambling bitch.@2 weeks ago with 1 note