there was a decision made
As much as i enjoy the occasional and frequent blibb-blabber
of complaining ive decided that overall im not a fan
especially when the consistency is my mother, NBC news, and
a squeaky high maintenance texas accent compounded onto one of those crap sandwhiches that u buy at giant because it looks really good but for some reason when you remove the glass plate and you stare into the face of your white bread turkey and a cheese that could be american or swiss, there is suddenly a disgustingly old tomato and spinach that they placed in the middle because from afar it slightly resembles lettuce but in the end its just a bitter semi-sweet strong man spinach that just tastes bad and there is no if and buts about it
as much as im convinced that the outside world has no affect on me or my surroundings i well aware of the truth of the matter.
I was confronted by such truths while scratching my butt in front of two asian girls in the middle of 5th period while be confronted by that squeaky laugh that kinda makes your ears close for a half a second open back up and realize it wasnt it accident more of a purpose statement sor tof a thing
i guess by now if you put the puzzle together and all im not really saying anything im more typing something which is fact nothing and in the end you might just think tha tim quoting donalds rumpsfeld on a sunday afternoon in front of one of those big lecturns but all in all i have to go save the community by hosting battle of the bands which promotes nothing but does something
college is for big boys
of complaining ive decided that overall im not a fan
especially when the consistency is my mother, NBC news, and
a squeaky high maintenance texas accent compounded onto one of those crap sandwhiches that u buy at giant because it looks really good but for some reason when you remove the glass plate and you stare into the face of your white bread turkey and a cheese that could be american or swiss, there is suddenly a disgustingly old tomato and spinach that they placed in the middle because from afar it slightly resembles lettuce but in the end its just a bitter semi-sweet strong man spinach that just tastes bad and there is no if and buts about it
as much as im convinced that the outside world has no affect on me or my surroundings i well aware of the truth of the matter.
I was confronted by such truths while scratching my butt in front of two asian girls in the middle of 5th period while be confronted by that squeaky laugh that kinda makes your ears close for a half a second open back up and realize it wasnt it accident more of a purpose statement sor tof a thing
i guess by now if you put the puzzle together and all im not really saying anything im more typing something which is fact nothing and in the end you might just think tha tim quoting donalds rumpsfeld on a sunday afternoon in front of one of those big lecturns but all in all i have to go save the community by hosting battle of the bands which promotes nothing but does something
college is for big boys