Oooooohhhhhhhh...well...you know.
Today at school was another lovely day at school; I'm really starting to like art a lot. Afterschool, I went to Katie's to correct my math test, which I got a 35/55 on - not too bad. (I was pretty shocked) After that, I came home, did all my chores, vacuumed, swept, mopped, and then went over to Paulina's to work on our project for English.
The painting looks pretty good, and after Paulina painted over my watch-towers and started fresh, it looked even better, LOL. Anyways, I left there at about 6:30, came home, showered, did my laundry, and made the household dinner. What a little chore monger, I am.
Other than that, nothing new today. My undying hate for Kyle Moulder increases with every day, and the more and more assholish I think he is grows. At first, I wanted to really go about making his life fucking miserable but then I just cooled over and realized that it wasn't worth the effort, and just agreed with Katie that hateful glances was enough for me.
Anyways, now for some lyrics from Eminem's new CD, Encore. These lyrics connect a lot with me, because he always has one hate-filled song directed at some female in his life on each of his CD's. For me, this song absolutely tickles me pink because it reminds me of exactly what I would like to say to Deb, if I were to ever see her again.
If you only knew, how much I hated you, for every mother fuckin' thing you ever put us through, then I wouldn't be standing herw crying over you, BOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOO. You don't know how SICK you make me - you make me FUCKIN' sick to my STOMACH, everytime I think of you I PUKE. I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter, but I thought a song would probably be a little better, instead of a letter, that you would just shread up - yeah. I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think a, how much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink ta, a stupid peice a, paper, I'd rather let you see how much I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle. You're a fuckin' cokehead slut, I hope you fuckin' die, I hope you get to Hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye, I hate your fuckin' guts you fuckin' slut I hope you die, DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!!!!
That hate is real, and all of the insults in the song are true about her, as well. But, although I do HATE Kyle Moulder, it's a differnt kind of hate that's entertaining and fun. Anyways, g'bye ya'll.
The painting looks pretty good, and after Paulina painted over my watch-towers and started fresh, it looked even better, LOL. Anyways, I left there at about 6:30, came home, showered, did my laundry, and made the household dinner. What a little chore monger, I am.
Other than that, nothing new today. My undying hate for Kyle Moulder increases with every day, and the more and more assholish I think he is grows. At first, I wanted to really go about making his life fucking miserable but then I just cooled over and realized that it wasn't worth the effort, and just agreed with Katie that hateful glances was enough for me.
Anyways, now for some lyrics from Eminem's new CD, Encore. These lyrics connect a lot with me, because he always has one hate-filled song directed at some female in his life on each of his CD's. For me, this song absolutely tickles me pink because it reminds me of exactly what I would like to say to Deb, if I were to ever see her again.
If you only knew, how much I hated you, for every mother fuckin' thing you ever put us through, then I wouldn't be standing herw crying over you, BOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOO. You don't know how SICK you make me - you make me FUCKIN' sick to my STOMACH, everytime I think of you I PUKE. I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter, but I thought a song would probably be a little better, instead of a letter, that you would just shread up - yeah. I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think a, how much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink ta, a stupid peice a, paper, I'd rather let you see how much I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle. You're a fuckin' cokehead slut, I hope you fuckin' die, I hope you get to Hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye, I hate your fuckin' guts you fuckin' slut I hope you die, DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!!!!
That hate is real, and all of the insults in the song are true about her, as well. But, although I do HATE Kyle Moulder, it's a differnt kind of hate that's entertaining and fun. Anyways, g'bye ya'll.