"Okay, okay, okay...I have a fucking Myspace now. Yes, I conformed. Shut up, or I'll tear the pus from your spine."
I only got a Myspace, because having one helps me keep track of when there are going to be local shows. Also, I can find people that I need to find, because everyone has a Myspace. Now people can find me if they've been trying to figure out where I've been hiding out for the past few months. This doesn't sit so well with me, but I'm not a coward, and I can always delete the piece of shit anyways.
7 more days of school.
Our fatass busdriver had a heartattack from eating too much chicken, drinking too much whiskey, and having too much sex on kitchen counters, to really crappy music. So, I must find a new way to and from school. One bus offered to take us home, but not pick us up. I'm not too thrilled to ride that bus, because it smells of moist bodily fluids, crust, grease, and pieces of un-correctly-digested-food-matter.
I took two Somas or Vicoden, I'm not sure which, and completely zonked out in GYM. I K.O.ed in a corner, until some nigger hit me in the foot with a basketball and called me a whore. I jumped up and screamed in my demonic voice, "Fuck you, you stupid, little bitch." Then, I went back to sleep, and was 10 minutes late for my next class.
"Mommy wants you to peal back your eyelids so you don't see what's she's going to do to you. Dance around the playground. Bullets splattered. Dead dogs and frying flesh on the hot Summer concrete. I scream. You scream. I want some fucking icecream."
Actually, I just want IHOP.
I only got a Myspace, because having one helps me keep track of when there are going to be local shows. Also, I can find people that I need to find, because everyone has a Myspace. Now people can find me if they've been trying to figure out where I've been hiding out for the past few months. This doesn't sit so well with me, but I'm not a coward, and I can always delete the piece of shit anyways.
7 more days of school.
Our fatass busdriver had a heartattack from eating too much chicken, drinking too much whiskey, and having too much sex on kitchen counters, to really crappy music. So, I must find a new way to and from school. One bus offered to take us home, but not pick us up. I'm not too thrilled to ride that bus, because it smells of moist bodily fluids, crust, grease, and pieces of un-correctly-digested-food-matter.
I took two Somas or Vicoden, I'm not sure which, and completely zonked out in GYM. I K.O.ed in a corner, until some nigger hit me in the foot with a basketball and called me a whore. I jumped up and screamed in my demonic voice, "Fuck you, you stupid, little bitch." Then, I went back to sleep, and was 10 minutes late for my next class.
"Mommy wants you to peal back your eyelids so you don't see what's she's going to do to you. Dance around the playground. Bullets splattered. Dead dogs and frying flesh on the hot Summer concrete. I scream. You scream. I want some fucking icecream."
Actually, I just want IHOP.
me too
i'm fucking hungry.