"Say you won't care"
I'm seriously running out of titles.
So, it's 11:17, and I'm in the SLC. Stupid Mangano. Terry Schiavo died almost an hour ago.
I have nothing to say. My face is so dry. I woke up at 1:30, and had to get up and get water. I don't know why, I'm kinda dehydrated.
Travis is a crazy mother fucker. And he said that I could leave that on there.
Ok, blah, nothing. Too much nothing. I'm fucking hungry.
Ah, ah! And now I can rub it in your face and say I told you so. Haha, I fucking win!!!!