sup, James. I hear yer comin to K-Town... bitchen. Hotmail's not workin right so I couldn't e-mail ya. Anways Kejick, The Drunken Tree Cutter, wants you to bring down a copy o' that music of yer buddies that we were listening to in the morning o' camping to buy. He's also interested in buying some o' yer own shit, I'm interested in hearing it too ( Read more... )

So i'm gonna starve meself for awhile. For the last 48 hours all i've eaten are 3 turkey sandbitches. Whenever I git food within inches of my face, I feel the urge to hurl. Maybe it has to do with some kindda depression? When me mum was all depressed and on anti-depressents she felt sick near food too. Maybe with all the fucked family dynamics ( Read more... )

Today me work hard me smert. Me know how to be good working ( Read more... )

racheal sucks she dosn't even show to keep me company in fuckin communications.
Now I have ta sit in class all by my lonesome trying to keep my sanity, I could do my work, but where's the fun in that? RACHEAL COME BACK TO MEEEEEE.
my pancreas hurts alot.