THIS JUST IN!!!! I was just in the basement doin' my laundry and feeling like I was wearing a good outfit to get murdered in....and then wheels started turning and people got hurt and whala!
I get bored sometimes....you know
aaahhhh....it's good to be retarded and have bruce campbell quotes on my boobies.
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yeah, so I've been away....in orlando. pimpin out my flesh to that southern heat. enjoying the fact that they presweeten their tea and that I don't ever have to sleep. Wondering why things are the way they are with my dad, and hating how similar I am to his girlfriend's son. Maybe not hating, but resenting, resenting my whole damn relationship with my dad and his side of the family. hating my relationship with all my family.
and of course none of that is unusal.
but I have stress hives that just won't quit. and I blame it on you and your whole life style. I blame it on the way you look at people across the room and I blame it on your polo shirts and tears at the airport. I blame it all on you, because I can.
I started school.
it's elementary. but I like the routine. and wishing for flowers, while riding the light rail......I like remembering carry grant and whispering to myself the songs I've had stuck in my head for 2 days. The songs that mesh with other songs and become new ones.
I hate that I didn't get asked to read aloud in class, and that big brain moved to washington. I hate that it rained when I didn't think it would, and didn't when I wanted it to. I hate how slow it is at work, and that no one comes in to visit me. I hate that you're just sitting there and not writing me love letters or making me dinosaurs.
you should get on that before you start listening to your new Greenday cd.
I get bored sometimes....you know
aaahhhh....it's good to be retarded and have bruce campbell quotes on my boobies.
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yeah, so I've been away....in orlando. pimpin out my flesh to that southern heat. enjoying the fact that they presweeten their tea and that I don't ever have to sleep. Wondering why things are the way they are with my dad, and hating how similar I am to his girlfriend's son. Maybe not hating, but resenting, resenting my whole damn relationship with my dad and his side of the family. hating my relationship with all my family.
and of course none of that is unusal.
but I have stress hives that just won't quit. and I blame it on you and your whole life style. I blame it on the way you look at people across the room and I blame it on your polo shirts and tears at the airport. I blame it all on you, because I can.
I started school.
it's elementary. but I like the routine. and wishing for flowers, while riding the light rail......I like remembering carry grant and whispering to myself the songs I've had stuck in my head for 2 days. The songs that mesh with other songs and become new ones.
I hate that I didn't get asked to read aloud in class, and that big brain moved to washington. I hate that it rained when I didn't think it would, and didn't when I wanted it to. I hate how slow it is at work, and that no one comes in to visit me. I hate that you're just sitting there and not writing me love letters or making me dinosaurs.
you should get on that before you start listening to your new Greenday cd.
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danielle:
that was weird. 
billybillybilly:
Hehe...nebel, I have a sneaking suspicion you've tried your hand at movies. Am I right?