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I think I am slowly loosing my mind.
I have caught myself talking outloud on my walks to school. Probably due to the fact that people are retards and I need to say something or I'll burst with mental hilarity. Seriously, I have the best responses when no one is around to share them with. Always the case.
Seriously. Are your legs that tired that you can't walk DOWN the escalator, let alone up?
And is it really necessary to take up the whole sidewalk with your two dumb fat friends so your conversation of who is hotter between Justin Timberlake and Jake Gyllenhal can go un interrupted. I hate P.A. days for High Schools because that means they come to Toronto and stop and gawk in the middle of Queen Street and say something dumb like "I wanna go somewhere FUNKY" (end note: funky is the worst adjective on earth)
It's also really funny to see girls wear high heels when there's a blizzard. Seriously. Dumb whores. Nobody cares that you look taller and more "sophisticated" when you're shopping at Hollister or whatever gay store. Your feet are cold and your shoes are going to be covered in salt. Boo on your dumb brains.
I love rants. Rant rant rant. I'm tired and prolonging a photography assignment due in five hours.
Dan's car got broken into by a crack head this morning. I felt so bad. His iPod got stolen. Brand new. I'm going to bake him a huge iPod cookie. Cookies make everything better. Even $400 lost in technology. HOORAY.
I have caught myself talking outloud on my walks to school. Probably due to the fact that people are retards and I need to say something or I'll burst with mental hilarity. Seriously, I have the best responses when no one is around to share them with. Always the case.
Seriously. Are your legs that tired that you can't walk DOWN the escalator, let alone up?
And is it really necessary to take up the whole sidewalk with your two dumb fat friends so your conversation of who is hotter between Justin Timberlake and Jake Gyllenhal can go un interrupted. I hate P.A. days for High Schools because that means they come to Toronto and stop and gawk in the middle of Queen Street and say something dumb like "I wanna go somewhere FUNKY" (end note: funky is the worst adjective on earth)
It's also really funny to see girls wear high heels when there's a blizzard. Seriously. Dumb whores. Nobody cares that you look taller and more "sophisticated" when you're shopping at Hollister or whatever gay store. Your feet are cold and your shoes are going to be covered in salt. Boo on your dumb brains.
I love rants. Rant rant rant. I'm tired and prolonging a photography assignment due in five hours.
Dan's car got broken into by a crack head this morning. I felt so bad. His iPod got stolen. Brand new. I'm going to bake him a huge iPod cookie. Cookies make everything better. Even $400 lost in technology. HOORAY.