so today Erin got these brownies from her latin class . . . supposedly, they were Pesto brownies . . . but oh, boy, they sure did look like weed, smell like weed, and taste like weed. now i feel funny. or maybe my brain is just messing with me. like in that one show, Freaks and Geeks, when they'er ehaving the kegger and they get nonalcoholic beer ( Read more... )

why is it that everyone and everything feels the need to fuck with me all the time??

i just wrote the longest post and there was an error of some sort about backdates or some shit like that...and when i went back, THE WHOLE THING WAS GONE.

fuck that.

anyway

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SABRINA...thanks for the Zwan button.

ive been grounded for the last month...maybe. i stopped keeping track. its ok, though. its given me a chance to...i dont know...do my homework. heh. i have a B- in American Lit...and i usually have an F...which is sad, i know, but i cant write essays and im just really lazy. so thats an improvement ( Read more... )

fuck you,
and your untouchable face
and fuck you...
for existing in the first place.