Your hidden talent is lying


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so pissed ( Read more... )

I'm fucking hungry. I want to go sit outside the cafeteria for a half hour and wait for it to open.
so fucking hungry.
I want something exciting to do.
I want a chick friend down here that I can stand.
Andrea is moving to Florida. she doesn't know it yet.
she'll find out when I kidnap her at gunpoint.
oops- I think I've said too much.

You will to trick-or-treating with:


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going crazy... trapped in my room because I'm too lazy to go anywhere.
I suppose I should go and try and find something interesting to occupy my time with.
but it would be so much simpler if people would just come to me.

had a panic attack so I made myself go to class, and I felt much much better.

pedro informed me that having $50 does not make me a "big balla".
this is the most money I've had in awhile.
and most of it went back to him so he could pay his rent.

ahhhhhhhhhahahaha.
yes.
sometimes life is fucking sweet, for no apparent reason.

I found the perfect peircing place. it has a skull and crossbones painted on the back, by the dumpster ( Read more... )

my stomach hurts. it has hurt for awhile.
I think I'm bruised on the inside.
I'm much too delicate for my own tastes.

pills up my nose...
where is pedro? I need to do my laundry, damnit!

ugh.
so shitty.
can't sleep.
can't puke.
drank tequila shots, went to a bar, drank red stripe, got a ride back from campus from two random guys, who bought us a shot, drank smirnoff...
shoot me in the face.
going back to the bar tonight.
party on wayne.