My Yellow Country Teeth
I've broken some new years resolutions this week. Zack and I dueled in the most horrible of ways this weekend. My roommate, Matt, spoke of his penchant for eating MacDonald's nuggets by the twenties. I didn't believe this was so easy. I bust into Zack's room and said "Alright buddy time for an experiment in determination and digestion". We ate the nuggets. All 40 of them. I felt so sick. My gas was sub-human. Curse you Matt. Curse.
Holy shit it's snowing. That's random. We ran out of oil. My house is fa-reezing.
I have so much school work to do. But I don't wanna. In fairness if I just turned the god damn computer off, it wouldn't be so hard. Computer is like foreplay. Or something.
Things I wanna talk about. I'll keep them to myself. Somethings I don't understand. I'm not sorry about anything because I didn't really commit any crime. Guilty by association. Or it's like someones really not mad at you but anger with a situation and you're a good poster child for that. I wish things weren't odd. Maybe it'll blow over. I think it might. Maybe?
You are
What Rejected Crayon Are You?
Holy shit it's snowing. That's random. We ran out of oil. My house is fa-reezing.
I have so much school work to do. But I don't wanna. In fairness if I just turned the god damn computer off, it wouldn't be so hard. Computer is like foreplay. Or something.
Things I wanna talk about. I'll keep them to myself. Somethings I don't understand. I'm not sorry about anything because I didn't really commit any crime. Guilty by association. Or it's like someones really not mad at you but anger with a situation and you're a good poster child for that. I wish things weren't odd. Maybe it'll blow over. I think it might. Maybe?
You are
What Rejected Crayon Are You?