if we go down we go down together
so mel said that dan and i are trailor park trash and always will be. so we have decided, since she knows all, that we will get one of them really cool silver old trailors throw some wallmart spinners on it add a few pink plastic flamingos and we'll live like kings. seriously tho this past week has been drama. to me it's funny, to long and to corny of a story to talk about but apprently only trashy flo-hoes fist fight according to mel. we'll don't tell me your going to slit my throat and beat my ass and expect me not to do anything. oh well she's a little bitch. she says were all losers and she'll be happy one day on top looking down and laughing at us all. well, my thoughts on it are treat others as you wanna be treated i was raised on that concept, and apprently she wasn't. you can't turn psycho on all your friends. and then tell people how much prettier and smarter you are. thats just bullshit b/c when you talk like that your an ugly person on the inside. if that's corny i don't care. self centered assholes are not pretty or smart they are going to be on top b/c they claw and cheat to get their way there but it will be very lonely. and i'd rather be in a trailor park and be in love and be happy and be with all my friends then all alone and psycho. but don't think that i'm not going to work my ass off to get somewhere one day and i won't stop till i get where i want, so in my back yard of my big ass mansion, there will be a trailor and all are welcome to come party. anywho last nite was fun, we just sat outside and got trashed. that's why i love the summer, you can do that sorta thing. then i went home with dan's drunk ass. we were wasted. good times. alrite to the beach!