I LOVE HIM SO MUCH IT JUST TURNS TO HATE.
I've come to the conclusion that I really don't like most people.
I do have a selected few that I trust and that are my friends, but most of the people I talk to I don't even know and I really couldn't care less about.
Either I've typed that before, read it before, or thought it before. Seems familiar.
Anyway.
Yesterday was Punx Picnic.
Was fun, from what I can remember anyway.... I remember being carried up the hill in Sydney Park almost passed out. That's about all.
I remember lying down with a certain filthy pig and staring at all the punks dance around.
That's about it. "Filthy Pig"? It makes me feel better. Fuck off.
We then.... went back to Ron's. That was crap. We left and went to Candi's. That... that was... alright.
We thought we were gonna go to another strip club, but no. NOO... had to sit in greasy old mcdonalds and ---
you know what? none of you could care less about what I'm typing unless I'm mentioning you. So Get fucked, I'm done here.
I do have a selected few that I trust and that are my friends, but most of the people I talk to I don't even know and I really couldn't care less about.
Either I've typed that before, read it before, or thought it before. Seems familiar.
Anyway.
Yesterday was Punx Picnic.
Was fun, from what I can remember anyway.... I remember being carried up the hill in Sydney Park almost passed out. That's about all.
I remember lying down with a certain filthy pig and staring at all the punks dance around.
That's about it. "Filthy Pig"? It makes me feel better. Fuck off.
We then.... went back to Ron's. That was crap. We left and went to Candi's. That... that was... alright.
We thought we were gonna go to another strip club, but no. NOO... had to sit in greasy old mcdonalds and ---
you know what? none of you could care less about what I'm typing unless I'm mentioning you. So Get fucked, I'm done here.