woop

[remusrocks]

Tis St Patricks Day. A time to get drunk, watch the boondock saints....and I guess drink some more. Woop. Time for a Guiness. But really I dont have the luxury of drinking because of the lovely institution I like to call "school". This "school" , is essentially a prison for children. I attend it every day and hate it with a burning passion...possibly more then I hate Geoff but that is a close call.

I love Jake. a poem by Jessie

Jake is my friend
love letters I do send
He smokes weed
and he wears pnats of tweed
He is dealing to me shrooms
That distorts the shape of rooms
Hes too cool for words
and he is not a serb