Apr 04, 2006 07:33
I'd totally rip on how your spring break would cower in the light of each day of mine, but, I'm just not going to blind mothers and children and have men bleed from their ears through a silly post.
And honestly no one really cares about our breaks. Apathy. Conceit. Yada yada. The world lives in isolation. Except for Sarah Feagan, she cares. But it's probably because she's fat now. (See previous post) Contact her on AIM at sarahfeagan13.
I should get crackin' on spring shopping. "It's as if my clothes begin to decompose." And it's no joke, what this process is called is "Uglyclothesis" and it's every where. Lurking in our bottom drawers, back of our closets, and even, yes, in our best friend's "spring collection". Don't let it affect you, or me. So give me money.
Old friends are cool. Sometimes I guess you just need a break. Room to breath. Stretch a bit. Then you need a spring break to fucking airbrush shit all over your back in public settings and buy cowboy boots they'll never wear.
Dank.
Late starts are so much better spent when startin' them at 5. Take me out to breakfast.
Kickin' [it with] a dead horse.