"Deception is overrated, so is revenge, come to think of it, so is Myspace, but they are all fun, except for Myspace. Myspace is gay."
If there are castles in the sky, fuck them, I perfer sandcastles on the seashore. My barbies do nasty things when no one is watching, which is why I have to dress them, constantly. If you grow a backbone, I'll break it. Oh, and if you wash dishes that have grits on them, in cold water, the grits will come off, no problem, but wash them in hot water, 2 minutes extra scrubbing and cramped fingers.
3 more weeks of school, which means 3 more weeks of: niggers, teachers that are overweighed and underpaid, Liz's and my cheap scare tactics on unsuspecting students, me pretending I'm not staring at my exboyfriend, my exboyfriend pretending like he's not looking back, gross lunchfood from gross lunchladies, bumpy busrides to and from school, harsh school lighting, bookbag and hand marks on my face from sleeping on them, stinkbombs, corn chips, and people who need good deodrant and a soapy bath, purfuming the air, punching people who touch my hair, staring blankly at niggers who ask me questions, laughing when they get pissed that I didn't respond and walk off, debating with religion freaks about religion and winning, sleeping on the floor of the GYM during P.E., throwing the boys' basketball in the garbage can or out the door when they throw it near Liz and I, and being the wonderful student that all my teachers think I am.
If there are castles in the sky, fuck them, I perfer sandcastles on the seashore. My barbies do nasty things when no one is watching, which is why I have to dress them, constantly. If you grow a backbone, I'll break it. Oh, and if you wash dishes that have grits on them, in cold water, the grits will come off, no problem, but wash them in hot water, 2 minutes extra scrubbing and cramped fingers.
3 more weeks of school, which means 3 more weeks of: niggers, teachers that are overweighed and underpaid, Liz's and my cheap scare tactics on unsuspecting students, me pretending I'm not staring at my exboyfriend, my exboyfriend pretending like he's not looking back, gross lunchfood from gross lunchladies, bumpy busrides to and from school, harsh school lighting, bookbag and hand marks on my face from sleeping on them, stinkbombs, corn chips, and people who need good deodrant and a soapy bath, purfuming the air, punching people who touch my hair, staring blankly at niggers who ask me questions, laughing when they get pissed that I didn't respond and walk off, debating with religion freaks about religion and winning, sleeping on the floor of the GYM during P.E., throwing the boys' basketball in the garbage can or out the door when they throw it near Liz and I, and being the wonderful student that all my teachers think I am.