the mechanic that tells me i have nothing wrong with my car is a moron. he has an IQ of 70. no offence to the mentally handicapped. my car sucks. my dad and i are trading cars for a bit.

my life works like my car - for everyone else.

she sees my good deeds....

tonight we went to say what karoke(i can't spell for my life). yeah, that was interesting... fun? kinda. awkward(sp)? always.

so still null and void on guys.

Today:

1. I became a butterfly. 
2. I hid - closed my wings around myself and sank into obscurity. 
3. The world became content with my obscurity.
4. Alone.

yeah supposedly "nothing" is wrong with my car... if "nothing" is wrong then why does it not work when i drive it? huh? baah.

things to do:

• kill 3 mechnics who do me wrong.
• read more books than emma.
• get drum books for drum lessons, so that i can have an acctual lesson.
• be happy.

yeah i'll bold the last one

• be happy.

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not much at all... new icon... had to whore it.

mmm... i think the happy pills might be working. i feel oddly better about life and people. and i'm hopeful. hmm... my car is broken and i'm spending a lot of money on it, but i dont mind at the moment. my friends are ok and kinda frustrating, but i'm ok with it at the moment. i could use a guy in my life, but i can deal with being single at the ( Read more... )

my car.

is broken.

again.

$1100 later, Lola is fixed. meh ( Read more... )

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