im gonna teach Mr.Fish how to do this to little chubby boys.
wait a minute! is that Josh Gillman??? HaHa look at his little chubby fingers.
Im getting my turtles on Friday!!! their tank is already set up all nice and pretty in my room. The color of the gravel is called "Berry Lake" and their island is a cool little plastic bridge thingy... i call it Turtle Land.
Ahhh, so summer has begun and all i have really done is work and despite all the really insanely awsome things that happen there, its still rather shitty. i wanna not be sun burnt anymore so i can go to the beach and get sunburnt. i think it'll be good in 2 to 3 more days, but lately i'm too tiered to do anything! Even to tiered to sneek cookies from the cookie jar, yes i know thats pretty fucking tiered.
Grandma is still infesting my life with her shrill voice and smelly dog. She wakes me up every fucking morning, screaming "COME HERE CHAMP, COME HERE! CHAMP! CHAMP!!!!" I swear she is a living broken record and she relives the same day over and over again.
Man! FUCK!!!! this summer is not gonna be chill, it already feels like a fucking labor camp, run by blonde coke head pedophiles named Jason. As cracked out gangstas peer through the gates trying to wrap their swollen lips around a simple word like stupid, but often choking on the third U. And i ask myself... "Is this life????" and the 2 PAC sitting on my shoulder screams "Cracka! you think you special??? girl you aint nuthen but a fine piece of ass." Whatever put me back into the mix and shape me into the cookie cutter mold we all must adjust to. HI!!!!! 5's to all the pedophiles out there yo.
Maybe if we close our eyes real tight and click our heals together 3 times well be on the beaches of bermuda sippen pina coladas and shirley temples, maken sweet love under the shade of a palm tree. yeah probably not but a cracka can dream.