A Retraction
I actually talked to the Creole slut (see previous entry) today, and she is surprisingly nice. Now, as most of you know, I despise “nice”. People who are nice are only so because they don’t have any other redeeming qualities. It’s true. Anyway, she complimented me, and that of course is a straight road into my heart if nothing else is. SO, I officially retract what I said about her. She isn’t a dumb whore. Well.. she very well may be, but I’ll at least wait until I have actual proof. So there.
I spoke to the love of my life today. She isn’t dieing, and I’m glad. She had me worried for a while. I hope everything gets sorted out.
Franklin fucked the Creole slut and he won’t fucking admit it. He is no longer my friend. Franklin can go die of aids for all I care…. and I’m sure he will considering…
J/K
Anyway my Granny and Granddad visited me today. I ate so much, I seriously thought I was going to explode. It was almost like that time Erika, Liz, and I ate at Ruby Tuesdays and I vomited in the parking lot. Completely randomly; it just came out I guess. But yeah, that’s how it was. I normally don’t know what to say to my grandparents. They are so formal and conservative… and old… Despite all of those things, I actually had fun though. Go figure. They were quite kind, and it was so comforting to see familiar faces and all that rot.
I think I have melanoma on my arm. Or maybe sun spots. I’m dieing. I feel death lurking over me. Can you overdose on Tylenol? I very well may have.
I’m most likely just making up excuses for missing an entire week of school.
Hey, guess what I’m going to be for Halloween.
Guess.
Fucking guess, or I’ll kill myself. Think I won’t and see what happens, cunts.
Whatev.
I spoke to the love of my life today. She isn’t dieing, and I’m glad. She had me worried for a while. I hope everything gets sorted out.
Franklin fucked the Creole slut and he won’t fucking admit it. He is no longer my friend. Franklin can go die of aids for all I care…. and I’m sure he will considering…
J/K
Anyway my Granny and Granddad visited me today. I ate so much, I seriously thought I was going to explode. It was almost like that time Erika, Liz, and I ate at Ruby Tuesdays and I vomited in the parking lot. Completely randomly; it just came out I guess. But yeah, that’s how it was. I normally don’t know what to say to my grandparents. They are so formal and conservative… and old… Despite all of those things, I actually had fun though. Go figure. They were quite kind, and it was so comforting to see familiar faces and all that rot.
I think I have melanoma on my arm. Or maybe sun spots. I’m dieing. I feel death lurking over me. Can you overdose on Tylenol? I very well may have.
I’m most likely just making up excuses for missing an entire week of school.
Hey, guess what I’m going to be for Halloween.
Guess.
Fucking guess, or I’ll kill myself. Think I won’t and see what happens, cunts.
Whatev.