Yesterday was...awesome. I got to see Michelle. I went over to her house from 6:00 to 7:54 (yes, I look at the clock every time I leave). It was perfect. Then, the walk home...it was bliss. All I did was think about her. She's all I've thought about since. I wish her mom didn't hate me so much; she let Lee stay until 9:30 one night, but ( Read more... )

Heheheh.... I've been goin' around to people like, "Shut the fuck up, bitch. I'm the Punisher," because I'm wearing my Punisher shirt. Man, I've had this shirt since the beginning of the year, though. I didn't just get it because a movie was coming out: I've had it all year. People accused me of being a poseur because I wore it today because ( Read more... )

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I really don't want to update in this class, but, hey, what the hell? I don't have anything better to do ( Read more... )

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Stabbing Westward--What Do I Have To DoYou make it hard to breathe ( Read more... )

In light of tomorrow being "04.20.04," I am going to talk about drugs a little bit. Drugs are, in short, retarded. I hate drugs. Michelle and I were talking about how some people (I won't mention any names) think that that is the way to have "fun." Well, that and getting drunk and fucking random people. People that think this way disgust me to ( Read more... )

Michelle is far beyond my ability to cheer up. And that bothers me. I should be able to make her happy. But, of course, once again, I am useless. It really bothers me. But that's okay. I'm not fucking God, I guess. Although I wish I was. Fuck, this world would be different ( Read more... )

Nuh-uh! It's crazy bear ^.^

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