Bet You Cant Guess
well i suppose that fate has delt me a bad hand in the fact that i have indian in me. not the good indian like nvajo or aztec but cherokee. seems like veryone has cherokee in them but i have a double dose.in finally realizing all of this i will change my name to squating dog and move to vegas to open a casino where hookers will be invited to spin the night. I'm just joking i dont want to be called squating dog i wanna be called running water. okay forget everything i wrote because im a bad bad man. a deutch bag if you will. just joking again.so this guy came to my class his name is nate. he left. how crazy is that! haha! today i slept in study hall! then i came home and i almost ate but i didnt i slept again. again i know crazy. so i wake up!omg!then i go to nicks bible study and we talked about some crazy shiznit!we wont go into details cause i dont want to offened anyone but now i know what my future is all about...killing the next pope!!!just joking again!man im on it today!my feet are colder than an ice cube in the middle of winter sitting outside of my house waiting to melt when it turns spring. boy do i hate feet. i wish i knew a man named dave. but i dont. so my life is a waste. my razor needs some warming up because i might do the deed tonight. just kidding i would never use a razor...id use a knife. kidding again i wouldnt kill my self that right there is crazy. well i guess im all out of crap today. but its not crap unless its shit or poop and its not that either so im just done typing what ever it is i came here to accomplish by typing. i hope i made you feel bad about yourself.so that i can feel better. i joke i play. later days....