when i was back there in seminary school
there was a person there
who put forth the proposition
that you can petition the lord with prayer
petition the lord with prayer
petition the lord with prayer
you cannot petition the lord with prayer!

he's retarded.

he managed to cut the end of his finger with a pair of scissors.

now we're finger twins!

okay finished. told you i would.

fuck off, leave me alone, and don't come near me again you hypocrite.

this is how i feel now.

of course its bound to change within the hour.

but SHE can fuck off too.

shut up mother.

i don't want to eat a fucking ommelette, or a fucking fried egg on toast, or a fucking apple, or a fucking orange (i dont like them, i've told you enough times).

i want to see the pixies at move.

sooz are you going?

things are good again. ha. he spent hours poking me in the ribs.

:ew: at the laura pictures on hole. ew, ew, ew.

so now i feel guilty for posting in my own lj?

lovely.

gah. he's doing it again, but whatever. im just going to talk to him when he gets here.

i cant be bothered to argue with him anymore.

trisha has a book out about how to sort out yr family??

ha, i want.

"i've got to go to hutton cranswick tomorrow to fix the boss's sisters pc ( Read more... )

oh show me the way to the next whiskey bar
oh don't ask why oh don't ask why

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why