Sep 24, 2005 15:47
Don't come to me when the new age gets old enough to drink.
-Beck
I got an okay grade today on my paper in Novak, but her comments were really good, and now I think I can make a sweet paper, which I may post, because it's a personal essay about how I jumped off my roof when I was seven. I told some people it's true and some people it's not. Hmm, well, I suppose I'll let the read decided what's true and what's false.
Billy says I lie a lot. I don't think I do, well, expcept in the case of spreading wierd rumors about my English essay. Basically I'm not sure whether or not it's true, so I shall observe my behavior for the next few days and tally how many times I've lied. Then we'll know.
I wrote a poem about assholes the other day, and I've decided to post it.
Assholes.
Assholes we'll be,
Just you and me.
Forever united
By friends that we've slighted.
You, the jackass,
And I, the fiend.
Together we'll offend,
And be friends 'till the end.
I think I've got some real talent.