Tampons...
When I awoke this morning, Aunt Flow came a' knockin' on my door and said, "You're not pregnant!!" I jumped with glee, and pain, as I walked down the stairs and watched the last of the Olympics. It was exciting. Now that I feel like a limp noodle from all the pain killers, I am still exstatic that I'm not carrying Ryan's kid. Oh yeah, last night I was talking to him and he was being a complete asshole. A note to Brittany: If he talks to you, just insult him or don't talk to him. I told him that you hate him and he yelled at me for it, so lol. Anyway, he yelled at me for Brittany's hatred of him, and I told him to, 'get over it, not everyone is going to like you...' and then he blocked me or signed off or something. I laughed.
I want his blood splattered against the walls and his heart in my hand so I can squeeze it and watch him die. You have no idea how much I hate this kid, I hate him even more than I hate Jason....urgh, and that's pretty bad. My granpappy from Louisiana is over. My accent is slowly retrogressing and my teeth are slowly becoming bucked. I guess I have no more to say. Goodbye lonely Tuesday...
I want his blood splattered against the walls and his heart in my hand so I can squeeze it and watch him die. You have no idea how much I hate this kid, I hate him even more than I hate Jason....urgh, and that's pretty bad. My granpappy from Louisiana is over. My accent is slowly retrogressing and my teeth are slowly becoming bucked. I guess I have no more to say. Goodbye lonely Tuesday...