yesterday i was stranded.
i feel gross.
me and kieaira took the buses to riverside and went to salvation army. she walked out wearing this blazer thing right off the shelf and i got a brown tie and old men kept asking me what the hell dead kennedys meant.
then we took the wrong fucking bus and woke up in corona, or something. we met this hot emo dude at metrolink and he liked my pins a lot and was like yea, come to my house. so we played with his emo hair and listened to his emo guitar playing and talked till way late. his dad walked in and was like "what the hell is goin on"
i didnt know my home number and we were broke and we had no fucking ride home. frank who is also a hot emo dude saved us but we couldnt find my house cuz i didnt know my adress. xD so we lay outside at like 4 amz eating anthrax lollipops and listening to belle and sebastian and asking him if the stars made him want to cry.then we passed out and spent the night in his garage after telling bad stories and listening to his emo guitar playing and k was pushing a flashlight to her head and asking if we could see her brains.
my parents probably think i died or something. it's raining like fuck out. in fucking moreno valley. i'm skipping school to watch robots die. my hair looks like shit and i'm too calm cuz i never panic at the right times. like my parents are the type of people who don't even let me sleepover houses. like i'm fucking asian. i'm such a loser and i don't care enough.
oh and i met the one rad guy that all the chicks want cuz he wears tight polkadot pants. and his girlfriend they were nice. most of the time people are so goddam snobby. everyone needs peace
and flower power
me and kieaira took the buses to riverside and went to salvation army. she walked out wearing this blazer thing right off the shelf and i got a brown tie and old men kept asking me what the hell dead kennedys meant.
then we took the wrong fucking bus and woke up in corona, or something. we met this hot emo dude at metrolink and he liked my pins a lot and was like yea, come to my house. so we played with his emo hair and listened to his emo guitar playing and talked till way late. his dad walked in and was like "what the hell is goin on"
i didnt know my home number and we were broke and we had no fucking ride home. frank who is also a hot emo dude saved us but we couldnt find my house cuz i didnt know my adress. xD so we lay outside at like 4 amz eating anthrax lollipops and listening to belle and sebastian and asking him if the stars made him want to cry.then we passed out and spent the night in his garage after telling bad stories and listening to his emo guitar playing and k was pushing a flashlight to her head and asking if we could see her brains.
my parents probably think i died or something. it's raining like fuck out. in fucking moreno valley. i'm skipping school to watch robots die. my hair looks like shit and i'm too calm cuz i never panic at the right times. like my parents are the type of people who don't even let me sleepover houses. like i'm fucking asian. i'm such a loser and i don't care enough.
oh and i met the one rad guy that all the chicks want cuz he wears tight polkadot pants. and his girlfriend they were nice. most of the time people are so goddam snobby. everyone needs peace
and flower power