Erm, well - I just got an email from my father. We don't really get along if anyone cares to know. Any way, he sent me a link to a poem. This is the ( poem )
what the hell??? who would even write a poem like that. god, it makes me what to take the fucking pills. Come take my hand, let me lead you to Hell? Oh, yes please Mr. Made Under the Kitchen Sink. What a lame excuse for pareting that is. Sorry. Poem pissed me off. Sorry about your book falling and interrupting your... exciting life. :) I'll call you tomorrow.
hey pooper. I think his random emails are the most I can expect out of his parenting. At least he pretends to pretend to care. Right? That's something. Yes, I'm into the 600's now. Don't think I'll finish them all this semester. Though I want to. phone me, 'cause that'd be cool.
Wow. My little sister writes better poetry than that. Just... eww.
Normally I'd be more annoyed at anti-drug propaganda than bad poetry, but that was just awful. It makes me want to do crystal meth. Makes me want to make my own crystal meth in my LAB UNDER THE KITCHEN SINK and sell it to small children so they never, ever have to read godawful poetry.
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Normally I'd be more annoyed at anti-drug propaganda than bad poetry, but that was just awful. It makes me want to do crystal meth. Makes me want to make my own crystal meth in my LAB UNDER THE KITCHEN SINK and sell it to small children so they never, ever have to read godawful poetry.
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I really don't think I need to subjected to any more C-Meth. It really isn't good poetry, is it? Yeah.
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