in one hand i'm presented with a chance to make the score even. to make them pay for what i had to go through. i never was one to be a fan of revenge. i know that i also would be in hell for the next year, not to mention my conscience would fucking eat me alive ( Read more... )

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time for disc golf and orange soda.
i hope.

i've lost my inspiration to write.
or to smile.

heartbreaker got the best of me.

i'm off to d.e.m.f., or as they now call it "the movement".
i'll get home sometime on tuesday.
three days of downtown detroit and crazy ass dj's.
i'm stoked.

i hate it when you see a picture of someone and it makes you miss them more than old freakazoid episodes.
but you know you can't go see them or call them.
especially call them.

i hate having to rush.
like when i have to stand in my bathroom with a blow dryer to a pair of my panties because the dryer would take too long.
at least you know i wear clean ones.

so, i woke up this morning to a yucky feeling in my stomach. kinda like an animal is growing inside of it and using my organs for food. i'm surviving, but i took a glance in the mirror and now my tongue is black. i'm getting the feeling my body loves the idea of messing with my head. black tongue?
so who wants to come over and have a kissing

i'm in a mood that equals the anguish of all the flames of hell.
it sucks.

i'm distraught. (dis-traught, 1. anxious or agitated; harried; worried. 2. crazed; mad.) i flipped on abc family to find that the show s club 7 has recently changed to just s club. the reason being that after naming jo, tina, jon, hannah, bradley, and rachel a person seemed to be amiss. oh yes, paul. paul was the caucasian lad with striking ( Read more... )