.Friday, June 25, 2010 ' 9:22 PM Y
;all the things i'll never say.
There must be something more,
Do we know what we’re fighting for?
Breathe in, breathe out.
(rome?)
i really, really hate dressing rooms without mirrors in them.
gackh.
also, have been going back to school, anyway. so the back-to-school feeling won't be so back-to-school-ish when i actually go back to school for real.
boo.
and i actually have a life apart from you, so
deal with it.
have you noticed
broccoli-s look like itty bitty trees?
it's funny. we tried to talk like rappers for awhile. it started out safely as
politics, and it progressed into us trying to kill each other. then ninjas became involved, then i
called him an idiot and he said i was fancypansy and it evolved into
him being a type and ended with some identification issues.
and the donkey, of course.
it ain't so hard, actually. just take out
the last alphabets of words and bad grammer, yo.
school tomorrow for idmi.
again.
i am getting sick of the scenery.
and maybe of life.
for sure.
Baa, baa, black sheep,
have you any wool, you incompetent ball of shucky fur?
sing it with the tune!
it's actually quite catchy, yo.
an' cleaning you out of my head/ closet because i think
you screwed me up enough
already.
you can find yourself a new friend, thank yew.