RANT.
...there's nothing else better to do.
Jenn steals my phone and kills the batteries!
People who I don't want to talk to annoy the shit out of me!
I miss my friends!
But I hate school!
I don't get paid for mowing! But that's OK. I am very soon.
No one else but Chrissy gets on LJ.
So I might as well just dedicate my journal to you.
I need myself a woman!
Well, no I don't. But jesusmoses! I have needs!
Not really.
I want the HP book to come out!
(btw, my aunt ordered it for me)
There is waffle stuck in my throat!
My room is a mess!
Facebook is turning into MySpace.
Which totally beats the point of having Facebook.
Incubus is not stopping in Pittsburgh on their tour.
BAH!
I need a radio transmitter for my iPod!
I think I'm done ranting.
Oh...nah, I won't say anything about that...woman.
You know what my views are on that subject.
BABIES!
Hmm.
Dammit!
Tennis tournament at the end of the month.
WOOOOOOOO! Shane is gonna slaughter me.
And I have a feeling that a string is going to snap.
Alright. So I tried.
I still have a lack of posting ability.
I will have a good post once I conglomerate with the morning congregation.
Boy, I sound intelligent. Pff.
Until then...
Insecurities are like trying to put the pin back in the grenade.
Jenn steals my phone and kills the batteries!
People who I don't want to talk to annoy the shit out of me!
I miss my friends!
But I hate school!
I don't get paid for mowing! But that's OK. I am very soon.
No one else but Chrissy gets on LJ.
So I might as well just dedicate my journal to you.
I need myself a woman!
Well, no I don't. But jesusmoses! I have needs!
Not really.
I want the HP book to come out!
(btw, my aunt ordered it for me)
There is waffle stuck in my throat!
My room is a mess!
Facebook is turning into MySpace.
Which totally beats the point of having Facebook.
Incubus is not stopping in Pittsburgh on their tour.
BAH!
I need a radio transmitter for my iPod!
I think I'm done ranting.
Oh...nah, I won't say anything about that...woman.
You know what my views are on that subject.
BABIES!
Hmm.
Dammit!
Tennis tournament at the end of the month.
WOOOOOOOO! Shane is gonna slaughter me.
And I have a feeling that a string is going to snap.
Alright. So I tried.
I still have a lack of posting ability.
I will have a good post once I conglomerate with the morning congregation.
Boy, I sound intelligent. Pff.
Until then...
Insecurities are like trying to put the pin back in the grenade.