If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Don't worry guys, even though now I love hard drugs and driving my parents car with a forty in both hands I'll still update-
I've mastered the art of typing with the arm the herione goes in as I'm injecting it with the other.
It has come to my attention that my parents are using my livejournal as a substitute for talking to me about my life during the family dinner table conversations. Now, when try to have dinner with the family I am fed baked potatoes, so I think they don't want me there.
That's fine I know where my REAL family at. That's why I keep my blue flag hangin' out the left side.
My parents are concerned the if the FBI finds out about my drug habit they'll get in trouble.
So if you are the FBI I'm taking you of my friends list.
POP nigga its a trap!
You can continue to read about my daily encounters with sex, drugs, and the path to a higher place by somehow convincing me you are worthy-
basically I'm going friends only 4 ever.
Sorry to all my livejournal stockers
(I know who you all is don't even play)
But I hate writing on paper
And I'm just too funny not to exploit my talents of fabulousness.
I leave you with the name Lawrence left me with:
Emiliana Torrini
Download that shit!
I'm out!
I've mastered the art of typing with the arm the herione goes in as I'm injecting it with the other.
It has come to my attention that my parents are using my livejournal as a substitute for talking to me about my life during the family dinner table conversations. Now, when try to have dinner with the family I am fed baked potatoes, so I think they don't want me there.
That's fine I know where my REAL family at. That's why I keep my blue flag hangin' out the left side.
My parents are concerned the if the FBI finds out about my drug habit they'll get in trouble.
So if you are the FBI I'm taking you of my friends list.
POP nigga its a trap!
You can continue to read about my daily encounters with sex, drugs, and the path to a higher place by somehow convincing me you are worthy-
basically I'm going friends only 4 ever.
Sorry to all my livejournal stockers
(I know who you all is don't even play)
But I hate writing on paper
And I'm just too funny not to exploit my talents of fabulousness.
I leave you with the name Lawrence left me with:
Emiliana Torrini
Download that shit!
I'm out!