Aug 24, 2002 03:28
I just moved to college. I have a room mate. Neither one of us can masturbate, it is funny. My room mate has the top bunk, I have the bottom bunk. Coolio is playing here tomorrow night with Sugar Hill Gang and ToneLoc. I'm gonna shit myself, make some of my own "funky cold medina", except it won't be very cold because it came out of my ass. Coolio, I can't wait. Live journal is pretty gay, I just do it to make fun of Nate Millington. He didn't even tell me he had one, just by chance stumbled upon it and knew what I had to do. I really have nothing to do, it's 3:30 in the morning and I'm not asleep, I writing a live journal. College is gay. My girlfriend cut my mole hair for me, it's in a hard to reach spot so I decided to stop doing it on my own, hair gets to be at least an inch long. No joke. Apparently random people think I'm funny, except this anonymous guy. Why don't you tell em your name? Pussy. You wanna step? Huh? You talk the talk but when it comes time to walk the walk you don't do it as good as you do the talking. Yeah, bitch! I'll fucking tear you apart, no namin' piece of shit twatface mutha fucka! Mark ass bitch! You trippin', mo' fucka I'm 'a kill you! aint got no name and shiiiiiiit. Why you gotta disrespect? Hero? What, like I wear tights? Hero, You think I'm gay or something? Like you've never worn a pair of crotchless spandex shorts over your crotchless spandex pants? You think I enjoy teabagging anonymous bitches? You think it's fun? you wanna do it for a living? Why don't you answer me? I'm 'a fuck you up! Anonymous my ass! I want you to write back and tell everyone how good my balls taste. Chump.
-Nate Millington