"succumb to the fact that you can't change the world...
but you are just a pawn and puppet of society. try to cover your balls, you'll still get hit, whereas you just succumb to the fact that it will happen and you have to try to prevent it and it's a losing battle." ---the deep thoughts and motivational speech of Christine laura kinney.
i would record this but seeing as how my thingy (mp3 jukebox player) got JACKED FROM MY ROOM i can't do that.
bye bye to you and to photographs (both digi cams gone too).
bye bye to christine kinney, her identity is stolen. with her purse.
yes we are sad, and demoralized. but this certain humor has come from it. i.e. right now she is making me laugh so hard i'm tearing up and it hurts. she's trying to console me and my fragmented life and she's doing a good job. HAHAHAHAHA.
I WANT SOME CIDER. not the nasty shit from paris, just the yummy apple cider from the larson coffeehouse. off to the basement.
"shit happens, and then you die."
"pictures are worth a thousand words. but without those pictures, because the camera got stolen, you just have to talk more to fill the void. and the music of your life...you must just sing your own song. because there's no jukebox to sing it for you!! so what i'm saying here is to shy away from the technological world and the power it holds over you. and even now as you type my words, it would be so much faster to record them. but, you can't. instead, it's monday night, and i'm pregnant. funny how that works, huh?" --the theory of life from christine kinney: "take it as you will. create your own. but never stop questioning."
OH GOD SHE'S NOT STOPPING. AHHHHHH THE VOIDS TO FILL FROM OUR EMPTINESS.
"i don't have balls. but really, i do. they're just a little higher. higher on the body. like it someone were to kick me in the babymaker, same thing. it's not what they're kicking, it's the principle of the matter. the pain, the suffering, God will smite you all. The End."
WOW. wow.....hysterical.
i would record this but seeing as how my thingy (mp3 jukebox player) got JACKED FROM MY ROOM i can't do that.
bye bye to you and to photographs (both digi cams gone too).
bye bye to christine kinney, her identity is stolen. with her purse.
yes we are sad, and demoralized. but this certain humor has come from it. i.e. right now she is making me laugh so hard i'm tearing up and it hurts. she's trying to console me and my fragmented life and she's doing a good job. HAHAHAHAHA.
I WANT SOME CIDER. not the nasty shit from paris, just the yummy apple cider from the larson coffeehouse. off to the basement.
"shit happens, and then you die."
"pictures are worth a thousand words. but without those pictures, because the camera got stolen, you just have to talk more to fill the void. and the music of your life...you must just sing your own song. because there's no jukebox to sing it for you!! so what i'm saying here is to shy away from the technological world and the power it holds over you. and even now as you type my words, it would be so much faster to record them. but, you can't. instead, it's monday night, and i'm pregnant. funny how that works, huh?" --the theory of life from christine kinney: "take it as you will. create your own. but never stop questioning."
OH GOD SHE'S NOT STOPPING. AHHHHHH THE VOIDS TO FILL FROM OUR EMPTINESS.
"i don't have balls. but really, i do. they're just a little higher. higher on the body. like it someone were to kick me in the babymaker, same thing. it's not what they're kicking, it's the principle of the matter. the pain, the suffering, God will smite you all. The End."
WOW. wow.....hysterical.