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11.08.2004

Day 6

survived. not good, not bad.
alive. sort of.

note to the old man driving through town wearing a helmet: i totally think you rock while secretly hating you for thinking of the idea first.

note to the dipshit still dating the girl that is cheating on you: quit trying to be a hero. you look like an ass.

note to Big E: leave the fucking.cat.alone. shes doesnt have your pumpkin.

note to self: you dont want to smoke. you dont want to smoke. you dont want to smoke. oh, what the hell do you know. your head is all full of clean air. i think its damaged your common sense. seek help.

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