Beat on the brat
I have a feeling this is going to be a very disappointing weekend. They seem to have been going downhill ever since Bagel Con ended, but then, it always looks that way, so maybe I'm just imagining things. Last weekend was Kira's birthday party, and I'm sure it was great, but I couldn't make it because of interp. That was really upsetting, I was looking forward to it big time. And Charlie was going to come see me this weekend, but Charlie and I have this magically bad luck with things like this, and when I say bad luck, what I really mean is a bad case of CHARLIE'S MOM IS A BITCH. Grr. It doesn't look like anything is going to happen at all, at least nothing that wouldn't happen on a normal weekend. But that could mean I'll get all my homework done, or that my room will finally get clean. But then, if people came and saw me, it would be clean, because I don't think anyone other than me should have to put up with just how much of a pit it is right now. It got so bad that I actually hurt myself trying to walk in it last night. Time for a cleaning.
It's cold in here, here inside my three t-shirts, wool sweater, and one of dad's flannel shirts. My family must be anti-furnace. Only nazi's use furnaces, if you use a furnace, you're a nazi. That really makes me miss Andy. We Hitlarize everything. What a fun kid.
Toast. I should eat some toast. Please stop me before I go nuts, just some fucking visitors, please! My edge is totally gone, and I really need someone to help me get it back. And to warm me up.
It's cold in here, here inside my three t-shirts, wool sweater, and one of dad's flannel shirts. My family must be anti-furnace. Only nazi's use furnaces, if you use a furnace, you're a nazi. That really makes me miss Andy. We Hitlarize everything. What a fun kid.
Toast. I should eat some toast. Please stop me before I go nuts, just some fucking visitors, please! My edge is totally gone, and I really need someone to help me get it back. And to warm me up.