Feb 10, 2004 13:40
Forecast:
Weather: Cold, stormy. Orgasmic.
Mood: Pills pills pills happy happy happy
SO here I am in the computer class, not doing my work, yet again, I don't care, wowee who saw that one coming.
School sucks, too many crimes too many vandals make the principal get egged and the security tightened. This makes the school boring and stressful and harder to set fires or commit the Senior plank. Damn Sophomores.
Homes is cool, home is fun, home is the place that I dream of being somewhere else. My brother is home, druggin it up, living it down, today is the net day is the last day is the rest of his life and I cannot handle having him playing magic until 6 am when I must wake up to the world and try to avoid looking in the mirror before I am satisfied that I won't look mostrous which is hard because how the fuck am I supposed to know when that is if I cannot look before I am through. Bitches.
Relationships are hard, and I do not have one, will you be my valentine, I don't want to be it, and you can do it better than she can, if you try harder than I did.