I thought you were the one, but I was wrong because you've already left.
Camp wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, I am getting cigerettes tomorrow which is gooood. This little homosexual fourteen year old in jazz shoes told me that I intimadated him and asked me not to hurt him. It was strange considering nobody is scared of me. This other boy, who is thirteen was trying to tell me that I didn't know what "real metal" was. I told him that I barely even listened to metal and he lectured me for like three hours about how Alice Cooper is the reason for good music today and that Marilyn Manson is a complete rip-off.
Work was decent, I was really wired for some odd reason and I was telling all the customers my life-long story. I told this negro child about my encounter with the lawn mower, and I told this redneck lady that she should live life to the fullest. I accidently hit the cook in the head with a mop and then I called him a bundle of friendship and he carried soup to the back for me.
John doesn't care about me anymore and that fucking blows because I was really looking forward to him and Danyel coming up here in a few weeks. ::insert guilt trip here::
And Mrs. You don't know who you are, you really piss me off.
Yeah, yeah fucking yeah.
-chelsea.
Work was decent, I was really wired for some odd reason and I was telling all the customers my life-long story. I told this negro child about my encounter with the lawn mower, and I told this redneck lady that she should live life to the fullest. I accidently hit the cook in the head with a mop and then I called him a bundle of friendship and he carried soup to the back for me.
John doesn't care about me anymore and that fucking blows because I was really looking forward to him and Danyel coming up here in a few weeks. ::insert guilt trip here::
And Mrs. You don't know who you are, you really piss me off.
Yeah, yeah fucking yeah.
-chelsea.