frustration leads to anger, and when im angry, i turn green and my pants turn purple
so yeah turns out i didnt go to the movies. instead i went to the mall with my dad. oh joy, my dad. got some shorts finally, cant believe i went this far in the summer without wearing shorts. time to give the ol legs a tan. so then who do i see outside the mall as im leavin? michelle!!! yay, my neigbor, yay. but i felt weird cause my dad was around. i always feel weird with my dad. he wants me to be perfect. im not perfect. so every chance he gets he tells me my flaws, and whenever i talk to a friend and hes there he tells me what i did wrong when conversing with them. WHAT THE FUCK. yeah so i acted like an ass and without saying much i walked away. walked away fast. so sorry michelle.
oh guess what. I GOT ME A NEW PARTY HAT BABY!!! OH YEAH CAN U FEEL THE HEAT, CAN YA, CAN YA, CAUSE I CAN. yeah so now im slowly starting to form a party hat collection, hook me up if u got any or saw any. this party hat is actually kinda stupid. its those beer holder hats, where u can sip beer on top of ur head. whoopee. that will come in handy for the drinkoff that i hope to have sometime this month. everyone is goin down baby.
still need to see bad boys 2 and how to deal (im down michelle, but im warnin u, if i cry ur gonna have to hold me) and is it just me or is the only other good movie coming out soon american wedding, and even that looks like it wont top the other 2. eh, im jus tired of movies. i need to go to some cities where it really goes down. cant do that though because i dont have a...
CAR. jesus christ those three little letters form my most hardcore orgasmic dream as well as my...no, no, hardcore orgasmic dream is all. but i dont have money. and my paper route gives me nothin man. nothin. i really cant stand not having any freedom. its like i told clay, a car is the key to freedom, and im like kunta kinte locked up in his masta's fuckin mansion. sux
yeah ur gonna see somethin really weird. i complain and bitch when im at my dads, but at moms, shit im havin fun and doin my thing. isnt that weird. well no, cause i actually have to do work here.
wow, uh, i rant and rave about absolutely nothing. so im gonna stop now...yeah...now.
oh guess what. I GOT ME A NEW PARTY HAT BABY!!! OH YEAH CAN U FEEL THE HEAT, CAN YA, CAN YA, CAUSE I CAN. yeah so now im slowly starting to form a party hat collection, hook me up if u got any or saw any. this party hat is actually kinda stupid. its those beer holder hats, where u can sip beer on top of ur head. whoopee. that will come in handy for the drinkoff that i hope to have sometime this month. everyone is goin down baby.
still need to see bad boys 2 and how to deal (im down michelle, but im warnin u, if i cry ur gonna have to hold me) and is it just me or is the only other good movie coming out soon american wedding, and even that looks like it wont top the other 2. eh, im jus tired of movies. i need to go to some cities where it really goes down. cant do that though because i dont have a...
CAR. jesus christ those three little letters form my most hardcore orgasmic dream as well as my...no, no, hardcore orgasmic dream is all. but i dont have money. and my paper route gives me nothin man. nothin. i really cant stand not having any freedom. its like i told clay, a car is the key to freedom, and im like kunta kinte locked up in his masta's fuckin mansion. sux
yeah ur gonna see somethin really weird. i complain and bitch when im at my dads, but at moms, shit im havin fun and doin my thing. isnt that weird. well no, cause i actually have to do work here.
wow, uh, i rant and rave about absolutely nothing. so im gonna stop now...yeah...now.