is that the way it oughta stay?
i don feel like doing anything. i need to shape up in my math calss or else im goin to summer school and there wont be time to work at cpi with my dad's friend's anarchist kids. after im done on the computer i really should get started on math but i havent done barely any hw during the year so thats gonna be a battle.
my birthday was pretty cool. on sat. me and a bunch of ppl celebrated at squids and carker put a spell on carlos that saved his life. then sunday some family friends came and i had to hang out with this ska obsesed punk rock peruvian girl that was trying to get into my pants and it was terrible. she was ok but biadfbnalk. u no? momma got me a cell phone and my dad said i could ask him for anything. i think im just gonna get money.
im trying to get my hair dreaded. yea im not black but fuck rastafarianism i just think it looks cool. my research shows its very low maintanance and w/e. the dread lady was supposed to do it today but she called me today because she was busy (smoking weed with her rasta crew) and needed to reschedule for tomorrow. diego and mike are coming with me for moral support so when i cry when she's doing the dreads at least i have friends there. ive been trying to think of different scenarios of whats gonna happen when i come home tomorrow from the barber shop. my dad will prolly flip out but i wont let him take action. ill get my sis to back me up. ill convince my mom to let me keep it. my brother will call me a wanabe fag and ill call him a gay fag. (the rents think im gonna cut my hair)
fuck u squid. fuck u, and your selfish, greedy, lying, defensive, asshole tendencies. i dont care really but man u dont have to lie and shit, i was gonna hook seb up cuz after all, that was for me.
this weekend is ryans party. ha ive had some good times in that house. hootie hoo! one of them was pats goin away party. man i came out bruised like an ill. steves gonna go to tally and stay at pats for the weekend i think. the jealousy...
mammas got the magic of clorox bleach
my birthday was pretty cool. on sat. me and a bunch of ppl celebrated at squids and carker put a spell on carlos that saved his life. then sunday some family friends came and i had to hang out with this ska obsesed punk rock peruvian girl that was trying to get into my pants and it was terrible. she was ok but biadfbnalk. u no? momma got me a cell phone and my dad said i could ask him for anything. i think im just gonna get money.
im trying to get my hair dreaded. yea im not black but fuck rastafarianism i just think it looks cool. my research shows its very low maintanance and w/e. the dread lady was supposed to do it today but she called me today because she was busy (smoking weed with her rasta crew) and needed to reschedule for tomorrow. diego and mike are coming with me for moral support so when i cry when she's doing the dreads at least i have friends there. ive been trying to think of different scenarios of whats gonna happen when i come home tomorrow from the barber shop. my dad will prolly flip out but i wont let him take action. ill get my sis to back me up. ill convince my mom to let me keep it. my brother will call me a wanabe fag and ill call him a gay fag. (the rents think im gonna cut my hair)
fuck u squid. fuck u, and your selfish, greedy, lying, defensive, asshole tendencies. i dont care really but man u dont have to lie and shit, i was gonna hook seb up cuz after all, that was for me.
this weekend is ryans party. ha ive had some good times in that house. hootie hoo! one of them was pats goin away party. man i came out bruised like an ill. steves gonna go to tally and stay at pats for the weekend i think. the jealousy...
mammas got the magic of clorox bleach