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i didnt sleep at all last night. it was a bad choice, but not as bad as milk was.
special edition coke with the thailand(ese?) logo does not taste better than the regular can.
but the russian edition sure does.
IAN MILLS FELL ASLEEP ON HIS FLOOR AND I SAT THERE FOR AN HOUR AND STARTED DOZING OFF AT THE COMPUTER AND THEN WENT HOME, EXPECTING TO SLEEP; but strangely, im not in the mood to stop being awake.
goddamn you OLYMPIC GAMES COLLERTOR SERIES (thailand) cans. that semicolon back there wasnt necessary. fuck it. also, fuck the word necessary.
rival pancake banquets are possibly awesome..however, its all currently tentative.
i think its going to make a certain someone angry with me..i sure hope not. its too late now. we've gone too far to go back.
I thought i was going to eat orange scones in the past 24 hours.
alas, disappointments frequently occur.
pop-punk is great.
so are orange scones.
too bad i cant have both.
"I walked by your house last night,
yeah its always raining.
and way too cold for this time of year"
oh yeah, text messages are calorie-free food for your soul?
your soul aint gon' give no fuck about its weight when the ghostbusters come rolling into town.
OMG JEFF IS HERE!!!1!!!!11!!
antique stores are really cool. i dont care what they say..just like leona lewis.
"and i hope this makes you see just how you destroy me."
composition is one of the major fallacies in the public attitude towards nuclear weapons.
and so that kid just kept on pedaling. he didnt really know where he was going, just that he was going..somewhere. after a while, he stopped to sit under a mighty oak tree, producing a can of Arnold Palmer lite ("lite" being the only kind available because the public mass feared unattractive weight gain, yet cared not enough to work for their ideal physical image). So as he sat there, chugging away (guitar riffs), he couldnt help but notice that a boy was swinging, swinging in the tangles of his heart lost from a former love. he then promptly committed suicide on the spot.
i threw some html in there.
yesterday, i wore a pair of pants with a sizable hole in the crotchal region and i am not sure if people appreciated it or not.
i am not sleep deprived enough to continue.
oh yeah, i almost forgot-
OMG JEFF IS HERE!!!!1!!1!11!!1!!!11
special edition coke with the thailand(ese?) logo does not taste better than the regular can.
but the russian edition sure does.
IAN MILLS FELL ASLEEP ON HIS FLOOR AND I SAT THERE FOR AN HOUR AND STARTED DOZING OFF AT THE COMPUTER AND THEN WENT HOME, EXPECTING TO SLEEP; but strangely, im not in the mood to stop being awake.
goddamn you OLYMPIC GAMES COLLERTOR SERIES (thailand) cans. that semicolon back there wasnt necessary. fuck it. also, fuck the word necessary.
rival pancake banquets are possibly awesome..however, its all currently tentative.
i think its going to make a certain someone angry with me..i sure hope not. its too late now. we've gone too far to go back.
I thought i was going to eat orange scones in the past 24 hours.
alas, disappointments frequently occur.
pop-punk is great.
so are orange scones.
too bad i cant have both.
"I walked by your house last night,
yeah its always raining.
and way too cold for this time of year"
oh yeah, text messages are calorie-free food for your soul?
your soul aint gon' give no fuck about its weight when the ghostbusters come rolling into town.
OMG JEFF IS HERE!!!1!!!!11!!
antique stores are really cool. i dont care what they say..just like leona lewis.
"and i hope this makes you see just how you destroy me."
composition is one of the major fallacies in the public attitude towards nuclear weapons.
and so that kid just kept on pedaling. he didnt really know where he was going, just that he was going..somewhere. after a while, he stopped to sit under a mighty oak tree, producing a can of Arnold Palmer lite ("lite" being the only kind available because the public mass feared unattractive weight gain, yet cared not enough to work for their ideal physical image). So as he sat there, chugging away (guitar riffs), he couldnt help but notice that a boy was swinging, swinging in the tangles of his heart lost from a former love. he then promptly committed suicide on the spot.
i threw some html in there.
yesterday, i wore a pair of pants with a sizable hole in the crotchal region and i am not sure if people appreciated it or not.
i am not sleep deprived enough to continue.
oh yeah, i almost forgot-
OMG JEFF IS HERE!!!!1!!1!11!!1!!!11