My Dear,
Fuck Xanga I signed up for Livejournal.
I woke up this morning feeling like someone had shoved a cattle prod down my throat so I didn’t talk much today. How unlike me. It is rather annoying when every five minuets someone is asking you “What wrong?” It gets old horribly fast. Answering the same question all day is so exasperating.
That's all for now...
I woke up this morning feeling like someone had shoved a cattle prod down my throat so I didn’t talk much today. How unlike me. It is rather annoying when every five minuets someone is asking you “What wrong?” It gets old horribly fast. Answering the same question all day is so exasperating.
That's all for now...