Better hurry up...
i have to type this in the space it takes for my teacher to leave the class, get a drink, and come back. i am screwed so utterly and completely that it's funny. what's not funny is my complete lack of tact and respect when it comes to girls (i.e. MORON!)
the teacher just came back in...i'll have to stealth...*stealthy tune*
too bad that all i do all day is sit here and type MRS WALKER SUCKS. over and over again. sometimes i get creative and type MRS WALKER SUCKS ASS. if i really feel motivated, it can get as elaborate as FUCK MRS WALKER.
welcome to my life.
that new Mountain Dew, Black rush or whatever the hell those pricks at Pepsi co. decided to name it, it's really cool. when you pour it into a glass, the drink is black, but the foam is like flourescent blue. it's awesome.
some people should be strapped to a chair and smashed accross the face with a peice of heavy mining equipment. but nooo, not Mrs walker, the resident Lucifer of business systems and technology. noo, she deserves an inoperable tumor at the base of her spine. stupid bitch.
Michelle wrote 'sex' on the inside of my arm and it still hasn't come off.
i'm hungry as hell. busier than a dyke at a hardware store!
can't wait for richard's party, sounds awesome as hell.
and that's all for today, kiddies! just remember, with suicide: go down the road, not accross the street! :D
ricky
the teacher just came back in...i'll have to stealth...*stealthy tune*
too bad that all i do all day is sit here and type MRS WALKER SUCKS. over and over again. sometimes i get creative and type MRS WALKER SUCKS ASS. if i really feel motivated, it can get as elaborate as FUCK MRS WALKER.
welcome to my life.
that new Mountain Dew, Black rush or whatever the hell those pricks at Pepsi co. decided to name it, it's really cool. when you pour it into a glass, the drink is black, but the foam is like flourescent blue. it's awesome.
some people should be strapped to a chair and smashed accross the face with a peice of heavy mining equipment. but nooo, not Mrs walker, the resident Lucifer of business systems and technology. noo, she deserves an inoperable tumor at the base of her spine. stupid bitch.
Michelle wrote 'sex' on the inside of my arm and it still hasn't come off.
i'm hungry as hell. busier than a dyke at a hardware store!
can't wait for richard's party, sounds awesome as hell.
and that's all for today, kiddies! just remember, with suicide: go down the road, not accross the street! :D
ricky