what a fucking mood killer
So in the middle of my cleaning, I realize one of my babies is missing. not my kittens, one of my bongs. *gasp for air* Mostly because I'm pretty sure Kyle took it to Renes on new years eve, and these thieving bastards were there. Which was a big no no in the rule book: stating that the bong never leaves the house. The one and ONLY rule. aaaarrrrggggg. fuck fuck fuck. They might of took our bong that night, and her pipe the next day or then too. I fucking *HOPE* *HOPE* *HOPE* it comes up. That bitch was like 220 or something. Eventhough I didn't really like to use it, a little piece of me is gone. Maybe it is hiding at Renes, but she would tell us...or Kyle has it hiding somewhere. *HOPE* *HOPE* *HOPE*
I want to wake up Kyle and ask, but no sense in worrying him now and him not being able to sleep and me wanting too. He will be really upset...if anything that is his bong. If we ever split that is the one and only one(I just couldn't part....) he gets....or something. It wouldn't be hard to get a new one just like it, Rene might even give us the money if things happen like I think. She said she'd buy Kyle one(for christmas), so now she really might.
So no more cleaning...but sleep? damnit I was really motivated, then again my back started tensing up/spasming almost so maybe I should stop.
uhhh...I like it like that...slow motion for me, move it slow motion for me...
bonload...and...
CRUNK CRUNK CRUNK
ahahahahaaaaa...
crypt, blood, essay, crypt, blood, essays, crypt, blood, essays...
this is strangly making me feel better.
and fucking ramming, while getting no damage to my car, the two mustangs on the freeway into a wall, especially the 2nd. Fuck you Mr. Then later this idiot was on the phone sitting at a GREEN light, and so my friend honked. He jumped and went to go and stalled his mother fucking truck. ahahahaaa. looking like a bigger dumbass. put the phone down or crash before you leave your block. and die.
I <3 Ludacris. shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. hhhhhhhhhhh.
I want to wake up Kyle and ask, but no sense in worrying him now and him not being able to sleep and me wanting too. He will be really upset...if anything that is his bong. If we ever split that is the one and only one(I just couldn't part....) he gets....or something. It wouldn't be hard to get a new one just like it, Rene might even give us the money if things happen like I think. She said she'd buy Kyle one(for christmas), so now she really might.
So no more cleaning...but sleep? damnit I was really motivated, then again my back started tensing up/spasming almost so maybe I should stop.
uhhh...I like it like that...slow motion for me, move it slow motion for me...
bonload...and...
CRUNK CRUNK CRUNK
ahahahahaaaaa...
crypt, blood, essay, crypt, blood, essays, crypt, blood, essays...
this is strangly making me feel better.
and fucking ramming, while getting no damage to my car, the two mustangs on the freeway into a wall, especially the 2nd. Fuck you Mr. Then later this idiot was on the phone sitting at a GREEN light, and so my friend honked. He jumped and went to go and stalled his mother fucking truck. ahahahaaa. looking like a bigger dumbass. put the phone down or crash before you leave your block. and die.
I <3 Ludacris. shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. hhhhhhhhhhh.