Ok, what the fuck.

I would like to know why someone here is yapping like a little whiny bitch to nikki about what I write in my PERSONAL LOCKED JOURNAL.

whomever it was, fuck you, and your fucked up high school drama starting ass.

Post a memory as a comment in this entry. It can be anything you want. Then, if you'd like, post this to your journal and see what people remember of you.

the bad mood entry first ( Read more... )

I got home, and I was told Edy had called. My heart stopped beating for a moment, as shock overran me. I shakenly went to my room, took off shoes and coat, set stuff down, and called her back ( Read more... )

I talked to Edy today.

What a frickin weekend. That's all I gotta say. I thought I'd have more stuff to say, but I guess not. I'll try agian later.

My weekend, honestly, went NOTHING AS PLANNED and people should explode because of this. Damn it. Friday was unhappy and I cut at school with a sharp fragment of a Sobe Adrenaline rush can, (creative, no?) wanted to bludgeon Josh alot, and was generally made to feel like, uh, wet poop. Eww, indeed. Don't give me that look ( Read more... )

To all those who care or understand,

Happy Beltane!

That is all. Chaos, angst, bitching, and warfare in another entry later on.

aesalon got me hooked on new band, Catch 22. They are rather entertaining and such. Thank you for digging your dark, evil music claws into me, heh. edit: to make single line of text not annoying as crap.

Ugh, I woke up at 5:30. Went to sleep around 3:30. Got ready to go, caught bus downtown. Man was it chilly out. went to appoint of crap at DSS. nothing was accomplished. Bah ( Read more... )