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on the ninth day of Nickmas my true love gave to me:
niiine sneaky bumshots!
eight hours of sexing!
seven tasteless patterns!
six ladies tshirts!
five shiny thiiings!
four flailing fangirls!
three sexy bandmates!
two squishy boobies!
AND A RIIIDE ON A SPARKLY PONYYYYYYYYY!!
that's right bishes. last hour for lunch Breanna and Reb and i made the band/orchestra teacher a chrimbo card with a taser inside. it was grand.
i didn't do like any of my homework, yet again. i figure i'll do it sometime over the holiday, like when i'm all bored or something (LOL! YEAH RIGHT!)
my sister comes Saturday morning, apparantly. i'm planning to wait up for her. i have to wrap all the prezies tonight, though. sadface.
i also have to get Tyler's presents. i hope he can hang out for a bit like after school or after That one kid who killed himself's funeral. sadface, i know. but i didn't really know him. i'm getting him both of the Mitch Hedberg discs. and possibly the Pirates DVD, but likely not. it depends on how nice he is. he is, after all, just a friend. and he's in the army. so that puts a damper on things.
last night i got into a bit of a fight with steve. he called me a whore and all that useless junk, says i've changed, turned into the people we used to laugh at. i'd like to kill him.
bell rang. two more hours. cheers.
niiine sneaky bumshots!
eight hours of sexing!
seven tasteless patterns!
six ladies tshirts!
five shiny thiiings!
four flailing fangirls!
three sexy bandmates!
two squishy boobies!
AND A RIIIDE ON A SPARKLY PONYYYYYYYYY!!
that's right bishes. last hour for lunch Breanna and Reb and i made the band/orchestra teacher a chrimbo card with a taser inside. it was grand.
i didn't do like any of my homework, yet again. i figure i'll do it sometime over the holiday, like when i'm all bored or something (LOL! YEAH RIGHT!)
my sister comes Saturday morning, apparantly. i'm planning to wait up for her. i have to wrap all the prezies tonight, though. sadface.
i also have to get Tyler's presents. i hope he can hang out for a bit like after school or after That one kid who killed himself's funeral. sadface, i know. but i didn't really know him. i'm getting him both of the Mitch Hedberg discs. and possibly the Pirates DVD, but likely not. it depends on how nice he is. he is, after all, just a friend. and he's in the army. so that puts a damper on things.
last night i got into a bit of a fight with steve. he called me a whore and all that useless junk, says i've changed, turned into the people we used to laugh at. i'd like to kill him.
bell rang. two more hours. cheers.