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May 06, 2005 23:25

i hate it when people worry too much, and when they want to quit band on account of lack of "friends" even though everyone loves them and they just dont realize it. silly geese.

and i hate my fat dad who deserves to be shoved from the balcony of the austin convention center or shot.

if i was to fake my death (juliet style) who would come to my funeral?
anyone?

my dad controls my life by a controller hooked up to an outlet and one day he's just gonna unplug me from the world and make me stay home forever and i wont ever see anyone ever again. that day is soon to come, be waiting in the lobby for the broken sydney laying on the stretcher. if you see me pass by, dont throw a rose; i'm not really dead. just faking.

life is full of choices, make them yourself, dont let them be decided by fortune cookies or parents. even if they dont make sense yet; you'll get it right later.

* jason; if you find me in a tomb looking like i'm dead, wait a few minutes and dont kill yourself. cause i dont really feel like you dying is a good thing and if you did i'm affraid i'd have to really die, and i dont fancy stabbing myself... so yeah.
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