I'd quite like to fuck John Stamos.
There seems to be a pattern developing here. It's been almost a month since updating again. At least I'm being consistent. Amy is funny. Her rage towards the grammatically incorrect always makes me laugh. She should live in Sweden. Because based on no fact whatsoever, I think Swedish people would be good spellers with excellent sentence strucure...okay, the sentences would be Swedish, but they would be correct DAMN IT!
So I have begun making excellent excuses when taking days off work. For example, Underoath is coming up and I have purchased a ticket for myself and the ever-sexy Alyssa for her birthday. My excuse for not working that day is I have a doctor's appointment. What I didn't tell them is that my herpes is already in remission.
I have money now, which is unusual for me. I could invest in stocks and bonds, but instead it sits in my bank account, with the exception of the $100 in my room left over from my Niagara Falls excursion, this is the money I use to rub all over my face and moan softly....monnneeyyy. In conclusion, capitalism is wrong.
Shit fuck. I want a Blood Brothers ticket REAL bad. But I don't have a way of getting one. And knowing my luck, it's probably already sold out. And to continue my randomness, I want it to be summer right now. And I want a puppy. Patrick just called me Ms. Jalapeno-pants, I like that name. And Erica is the only person I know who's ex-boyfriend compliments her when she's not around. I need to find a good dollar store substitute for A Buck or Two, it used to have amazing and cheap nail polish. I REALLY love John Stamos, people don't get it. This whole paragraph was pointless. Just like my life. OOOHHHHHHHHH. Only I am stupid enough to burn myself.
FUCK THA POLICE,
Diandra. (with an A)
So I have begun making excellent excuses when taking days off work. For example, Underoath is coming up and I have purchased a ticket for myself and the ever-sexy Alyssa for her birthday. My excuse for not working that day is I have a doctor's appointment. What I didn't tell them is that my herpes is already in remission.
I have money now, which is unusual for me. I could invest in stocks and bonds, but instead it sits in my bank account, with the exception of the $100 in my room left over from my Niagara Falls excursion, this is the money I use to rub all over my face and moan softly....monnneeyyy. In conclusion, capitalism is wrong.
Shit fuck. I want a Blood Brothers ticket REAL bad. But I don't have a way of getting one. And knowing my luck, it's probably already sold out. And to continue my randomness, I want it to be summer right now. And I want a puppy. Patrick just called me Ms. Jalapeno-pants, I like that name. And Erica is the only person I know who's ex-boyfriend compliments her when she's not around. I need to find a good dollar store substitute for A Buck or Two, it used to have amazing and cheap nail polish. I REALLY love John Stamos, people don't get it. This whole paragraph was pointless. Just like my life. OOOHHHHHHHHH. Only I am stupid enough to burn myself.
FUCK THA POLICE,
Diandra. (with an A)