I don't wanna hear another fucking word about me. I left North Port so I wouldn't have to deal with this shit. Unless it's to tell someone that you haven't heard from me, I don't want it getting past your brain.

I don't need it. This place is fucked enough without me having to get phone calls about what someone "heard".

FUCK!

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These are the people I approve:

tim - always my best friend, even though you're poor and a pussy

emily - call me if you'd like (got a cell phone 234-3410)...psh...too busy for me...iiiii see how it is XP

camilly - I LOVES MY CAMILLY!

therese - bring me back some beads...and those glasses!

andrea - i miss youuuuuu

aaron - fuck you :)

cheers.

First time I've updated here in a while - seriously, just check the last entry ( Read more... )

Fucking christmas. Six days gone and you still haunt me. Won't even let me take MY money and do what I want with it. My computer is dying, but damned if they'll let me get a new one. Won't even let me get a laptop now. Goddamnit I can't wait to move out of this house. Fucking people. I seriously want to put a fucking hole through something ( Read more... )

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Merry Christmas, motha-fawkas.

Rachele's moving. Kristen is gone. Two down...I hear that people go down in threes, though. IT BETTER BE SOMEONE FAMOUS AND NOT SOMEONE I KNOW!

Cheers.

www.fuckthesouth.com

Go there. You know you want to.

Fucking red states.

Oh, but I'm still happy. Still giddy...still dropping the torch.

At least for right now.

Cheers.

I'm...like...happy.

Whoa...everything is beautiful. And there's no alcohol in my system. Ha! The bitter and alone torch is dropped! What, bitches!

Cheers.

Beep-beep. Beep-beep. Beep-beep ( Read more... )

don't you just hate it when you're right ( Read more... )