Unicorns and Bad Baby Jokes
MySpace is finally starting to get better.
Haha.
Today was a very quiet day.
The most I said today was during lunch and in the car with Alicia.
MARBLES!!
"He looks Asian, with his squinty eyes!"
"Cute Marbles!"
haha.
I say back and watched people.
Got ran over a few times.
Lol.
I need to get my some brass-knuckles.
That would be so fucking tight, I'd be like, "Nukka, move outta mah way, 'fore I bust a cap up in huuuuurrrrr."
Just like that.
I'm gonna try keeping this short.
Ryan isn't particularly fond of my Poisonwood Bible long Livejournal entries.
But I don't particularly care about what Ryan thinks.
Tee-hee. [I love you! <3]
But I have to cut this short because I have chores to do.
I hate chores and school.
I used to not hate school.
But as I was walking to first period today and saw a swarm of ghetto-kids runing to their class and saw a plethera of snobby girls bee-lining for me with no intentions of moving over the thought actually came across my mind.
I hate school.
And I definitely hate this house.
I want out SOOO BAD.
Ugh.
It's just unbearable.
How much longer must I suffer and live with a man who thinks he belongs to the "superior race" because 1)He is male, 2)He is white, 3)He watched the Discovery Channel therefore, he knows EVERYTHING.
"No, you can't have more broccoli."
"Why not?"
"Because you do nothing but sit around at school in your drama orgies while I work hard at work to put a roof over your head."
fkasdjfasdfjks!!!!
yeah.
Life is grand.
The December issue of Vogue came in yesterday.
Life is sweet.
Signout: 4:50pm
Audria
Haha.
Today was a very quiet day.
The most I said today was during lunch and in the car with Alicia.
MARBLES!!
"He looks Asian, with his squinty eyes!"
"Cute Marbles!"
haha.
I say back and watched people.
Got ran over a few times.
Lol.
I need to get my some brass-knuckles.
That would be so fucking tight, I'd be like, "Nukka, move outta mah way, 'fore I bust a cap up in huuuuurrrrr."
Just like that.
I'm gonna try keeping this short.
Ryan isn't particularly fond of my Poisonwood Bible long Livejournal entries.
But I don't particularly care about what Ryan thinks.
Tee-hee. [I love you! <3]
But I have to cut this short because I have chores to do.
I hate chores and school.
I used to not hate school.
But as I was walking to first period today and saw a swarm of ghetto-kids runing to their class and saw a plethera of snobby girls bee-lining for me with no intentions of moving over the thought actually came across my mind.
I hate school.
And I definitely hate this house.
I want out SOOO BAD.
Ugh.
It's just unbearable.
How much longer must I suffer and live with a man who thinks he belongs to the "superior race" because 1)He is male, 2)He is white, 3)He watched the Discovery Channel therefore, he knows EVERYTHING.
"No, you can't have more broccoli."
"Why not?"
"Because you do nothing but sit around at school in your drama orgies while I work hard at work to put a roof over your head."
fkasdjfasdfjks!!!!
yeah.
Life is grand.
The December issue of Vogue came in yesterday.
Life is sweet.
Signout: 4:50pm
Audria