Where is my John Wayne?
Where is my prairie song?
Where is my happy ending?
Where have all the cowboys gone?

I'll be wrapped around your finger...

My my my music is, so hard, makes me say: Oh my Lord.

I am in English right now.

I finished the AP test 45 minutes early and tried to find a position to sleep in, but it was very hard in those un-fucking-comfortable theater chairs. My neck hurts very bad now.

I HATE YOU.

I hate you.

i hate you

I hate myself.

Hypocritical thought of the day:

People use the word "fuck" too often, and it is irritating.

Alana and I decided during History (which is where we are now): Having sex with random people that you don't know is like eating un-FDA-approved meat.

HANCHI MANCHI

Now that I got that out, I can say:

I hate'em!

What a fucking mean, clueless, bitchy thing to do. Actually, you didn't do anything. I'm just screwed up and alone.

Your Birthdate: July 11

Your birth on the 11th day of the month makes you something of a dreamer and an idealist ( Read more... )

Today I broke into my house.

I also lost my voice.

Long, long day.

Out of the house from 7a.m. to 10:35p.m.

I Louvre it.

LONELY

Oooooooooooooooooh...

Fuuuuuuck...