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today was fairly good. and i fixed things with almost everyone.
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fuuuuuck.
im really tierd.
i just want to go to bed
curl up in my blanket and snuggle with my pillows.
i like chicken, burbon chicken.
its my favorite food.
as well and chocolate chip cookies.
i miss chase.
french sucks.
its to hard.
i want a balloon.
its almost my birthday
i wonder if ill get anything.
puppies are nice.
they make me smile.
my puppys name is chloe.
Mmmm.
it hurts my eyeballs to look around.
it would be nice to float on clouds.
with balloons.
i really did want to play a game.
sex is good but bruises on your back accumulate to desks, chairs, and handles of the trees.
oh the poor trees, where the green grass grows all around all around, the ant hill.
i drag my feet when i swing on the swing and the dirt flattens my toes every 3 meters worth.
nail beds hold a whole piggy bank worth of nose hair clippings.
french shoes smell almost as bad as their cheese which taste almost as bad as when mice fall asleep in my bed.
thats when i like to dress in my dirty laundry
and cry myself into a coma until all my ex boyfriends
and lovers come to pull all my hair out and give it to locks of love,
who's staff secretly make pillows out of my hair and slobber on them.
life is as short as a highlighters ink which doesn't tell much of a story when your running on a 10 mile
treadmill for as long as my make up last.
pepper looks like a little boy to me.
with little ginger bread men as fingers and noses.
but when my french teacher attempts to cut my head open with an axe
to poor french in, then all the rain drops, lemondrops, and gumdrops
make an acid rain storm.
and all this acidy rain melts my pubic hair off like the wicked witch of the west.
my new found papermate pen becomes my new best friend.
recording everything thats on my mind.
the desk is as loud as my dog humping the pillow in the middle of central park.
fire fighters climb a tree to save the giant panda from extinction.
idk why one would be stuck in a tree, but what i do know is freckles on your thumbs mean you'll lose
all of your head bands to the borrowers.
i read this in a fortune cookie one night in the dryer.
after meeting my new best friend, I.e. papermate, we decided to move up to
my parents office room and sleep with the rat poop.
until we discovered it was really rat poisoning.
papermate died of eating to much ear wax after losing a battle with the lost head bands.
old 70's glasses hid my tears of salt from the sacred pretzels for they were deprived
of being of such high power.
yes, waving flags is fun but not as fun as cutting cuticles in the closet of your dead grandmother.
going through my fathers old lingerie bag was as normal as flying pigs in the dead of winter
especially when you have edgar allan poe stuck to your eyelashes 24-7.
graph sheets only tell you how liberating it is to eat chicken after 2 years of
solitary confinement.
chocolate is rewarding when you have math stuck under your desk like gummy balls.
when you start to go bald thats when ill grow hair like an elephant till no end.
yes, because its the song that never ends.
it goes on and on my friend.
cooking potatoes in a shack up in ireland could be relaxing
if you like watching ashlee simpson lip sink over and over again on s.n.l. until the whites of your eggs
start to cook with the heat from your toe nails.
barney came to my house once while i was changing.
he came with his gang of little children to make home made cotton candy.
it was too salty for my liking which is fine if your a little mini sized jordan
stuck in my pocket whispering cleaver little things into my ear all day..
having detention all month with the little magnets has been enlightening
while dirty boys like matt are out getting head at skatezone in the rooms back there.
lets all round numbers until my mother goes crazy with happiness and finally leaves me for italy like shes
been telling the computer all my life.
after all she is over 21 and can drink herself out of an abusive relationship, am i not wrong?
voice enhancers help us become deaf more early in a millipedes life,
and no they don't live as long as dogs, for dogs only live 1/3 of our lives.
it isn't a real test if you give your answers out to ginny pigs all night.
their ears look like faces with freckles on their toes.
summers in tuscany means getting lost in a park tring to find a squirl nut, and watching rap videos
for hours waiting for that high from that weed you just smoked.
stealing pretzels from your weed donner is a good idea when you just gave head to your boyfriend
and got hair stuck in his pants.
oh hey, what the hell, why not join the slut society?
ill tell you why! right after i finish shaving my back, i promise on all my scars from my tom boyish
childhood that i will not break them up.
people who have brown poopy colour eyes have no personality.
the end.
no its not the end, i lied.
just like how i lied when i said i was over him.
everthing i say is a lie, im telling the truth.
oh dear, i do believe i just contradicted myself.
wrist cuffs are good weapons to kill the "other woman" with.
from all the shit he put me through he leaves me for a cow.
yes im bitter about it.
as bitter as chocolate beans before they put bones into it.
i just want to rip off her genitals, throw them in the disposal until its pulp....
PULP....LIKE ORANGE JUICE!!!
then make her drink it with the eggs she cooked off her pretty little toe nails.
sdlkjdslkj
slut.
whore.
skank.
back to the fat kid who loves cake, I.e. kevin mullan, he is dumb.
but i love his hair anyways.
my randomness is leaving me to elope with alex lecca in santa barbra.
im starting to make sense and remember things.
just like how my socks disappear in the lawn mower.
abc123, pinch my weenus.
pinch it good.
pinch it like you would pinch cameron on st. patricks day because he wears red instead of pink.
well dust the chalk clean because we all must be a little dirty in the mind to think of senseless things
that wont matter in 2389732487 minutes from now.
i once was stuck to the wall with double stick tape because i knew if i got down the
little garden gnomes could get my virginity in a conga line.