w00t!! bitching
So one day, Pete ate at our house, and he bought himself one 12 oz can of Miller Genuince Draft beer and one cigar that he smoked out back. We laughed at him and decided he was stupid and deserved no chance. Today, I was unloading groceries, and picked up a 24 oz can of Miller genuine draft. This guy is toast. But he makes my mom happy. I love confusion. Here's my ideal happenings right now: Find my "prince Charming" and ride off into the sunset away from all of this bullshit. We will get married in a castle, and no one will be able to tell me what to do, how to do it, or how to think or feel, I will have my own village with only the people I love in there, and it will be Utopia. Sound good? If you would like to be part of my village, please sign up.