Elvis writes the songs of my life.

Jun 20, 2005 22:40

Summer has been treatin me well.
I might have/get a job.
I might sit on my lazy ass.
Decisions decisions.
I think I might take the job.
I'm so inconsistent.
I don't even know if I have the job, but I have mad connections.
Dance recital rehearsal tonight.
We suck... alot.
But crack up the audience suck not ooo those poor special girls suck.
Kerry is coming and I have another free ticket for anyone else that would like to come.
I've had a headache since the tuesday before exams.
It wont go away. I can't sleep well.
I can't even see all that well.
I hate my fucking skull.
I'm watching that show Operation Homecoming.
War is so ridiculous.
My mom bought me a wallet and pajamas in Florida.
And this hideous watch that doesnt have numbers so I can't even tell time.
It's a good thing though cause now I have an excuse not to wear it.
Does anyone wanna take the beach bus with me sometimes this week?
I wanna go!
A message from my mother:
O don't fuss over me now. *with irish accent*
Sometimes I think my mom is really cool.
And sometimes I think shes the biggest dork ever.
Usuaslly these conincide.
O what a milf.
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