Dec 22, 2006 11:43
I got my first holiday card from my parents today in the mail. It was addressed to "Skankette."
It is pretty sad when I am on my porch smoking and singing and a man bikes by. And hears me. So I stop. A couple minutes later I start to sing again and a different man comes by and hears. Those poor things.
My cell phone is held together by duct tape and hope, which frightens my mother. Because she can't hear it very well when she calls me she is making my father buy me a new one today. I love her fear.
Just to be emo, I am tired of hurting others.