Jul 11, 2005 00:12
so this morning I woke up, luckily in time for work, and read over my conversation with brandy.... this is how it ended.
Doug says:
i do nothing....... i sit here and get loud enough for the bitches to knock on th efloor... ok... then i turn it down..... ok...
Doug says:
that's fine... but then i listen to sytem, and white stripes and ben folds and wanna sing.... fucka buncha sing song
Doug says:
the bitcha bove me aint' got shit to say........ let me tell you bout fuckin' and lovin'.... they ain't there.... it' s bullshit... just let wat you wann let go be let go.... over the summer... connec with those whom refuse to connect. If they give a shti, let them give a shti and get on wth them, and get invited.
Brandy says:
you dont even make any sense
I wish I could explain, or someone would explain it to me.....
I've been flakin' like a bizatch today... my whole body is peeling off, and I have done nothing but pick and pull on it ALL DAY... I walked around work pickin' all over the place. My shirt was tucked in so when I used the bathroom and untucked it, a little mushroom cloud of skin peelings hit the floor.
The skin on my shoulders is all scaly... I think i'm gonna try to get the skin all off in one big piece and make boots.
Ready, Six feet Under... YAYAYAYAYA!!!!