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So I was trying to remake this one poem I found called "The Flow." I was reading it and playing around and nothing seemed to work, so I just said fuck it and killed the old parts and came up with the new one instead. If you ont like it, I dont care, if you do good. If you cant see it, it means you arenton my friends list so your not going to, deal.
Had a massivly ammusing day today. Got to play with thumper and Sheena. It was all fun and stuff. We got to go to richmond and act like we still lived there. God I miss that damn city, but alas I dont go there ne more, instead im stuck at bumfuck community college. One day I will actually be able to leave this forsaken place, but untill then I shall sit and make the most ammusment I can.
Is it sad that I've started doing Journal entries in essat form. I mean, Christ. I have little 3 paragraph fucking entries, and each paragraph has at least four sentences.... Sigh. I don know when I went back into high school mode but someone please snap me out of it. Oh well. Hey look 2:33am moms now officially 51. God my parents are fucking old. Yes yes, I know I'm ranting into my computer and your all going "what the fuck is wrong with this child" well, I dont know. I think it may be my bed time. Night all.
Had a massivly ammusing day today. Got to play with thumper and Sheena. It was all fun and stuff. We got to go to richmond and act like we still lived there. God I miss that damn city, but alas I dont go there ne more, instead im stuck at bumfuck community college. One day I will actually be able to leave this forsaken place, but untill then I shall sit and make the most ammusment I can.
Is it sad that I've started doing Journal entries in essat form. I mean, Christ. I have little 3 paragraph fucking entries, and each paragraph has at least four sentences.... Sigh. I don know when I went back into high school mode but someone please snap me out of it. Oh well. Hey look 2:33am moms now officially 51. God my parents are fucking old. Yes yes, I know I'm ranting into my computer and your all going "what the fuck is wrong with this child" well, I dont know. I think it may be my bed time. Night all.