When I first heard this song on Lost In Translation a while back, I couldn't get it out of my head, and that got on my nerves....so I bought the CD! Now I wuv the song! I do stripteases and perform fellatio on popsicles while listening to it...for some reason...

Whatever. Fuck it. And fuck you too.

Yep...everything will be back to normal come June 11th....good ol' June 11th. Enough about June 11th! What's so freaking great about June 11th?

I got some more Zoloft from the doctor two days ago, so I've calmed down a bit, can sleep a little, and feel a bit better. I'd just like to thank everyone who sent me some kind words. Thank you a billion times over because you seriously made me feel better and I love you and you are all my bestest friends. Thank you. I'm so high on drugs right now ( Read more... )

Why do I always feel like my feelings are "ugly and wrong". I feel as though I was being melodramatic in the last post and that people are going to hate me for it. Paul didn't even really like me towards the end, so maybe I should just be quiet and try to move on. I need to post something really retarded the way I usually do to balance things out.

Why I took everyone off my friends list is a long story that no one cares about, but I couldn't be mean any longer, so I'm putting everyone who left me on theirs back. (Although many of them are abandoned journals anyways.) I'm still not gonna update this motherfucker again. Not until June 11, 2005 at least ( Read more... )

I remember the day in elementary school that we learned about the Shiites. Everyones favorite thing to say for the day was, "I Shiited my pants." Ah, the memories.

Stephen and I spent a wild night out on the town yesterday. If you're ever bored, hang out with us. We haven't got a penny to our names (yet), but we know how to have fun. We kept giving each other high fives the whole time. We're totally bad. (No, really, we are!)

I've got a new kitty friend. Mother won't let him in the house, but I'm trying to take care of him until we take him to a good shelter. His name is Smitty Werbinmanjenson (I spell it my own way), like the guy who was #1 on SpongeBob. He is now a part of my army of cats, until he's shipped out for training...or something.

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They want to go to that god-awful Old Country Buffet tonight because it's Deep Fried Everything Night. Old Country Buffet: land of the parties of 55, screaming children running at you from every direction, and one of those eating establishments where you have to fight back a pack of wild buffalo for the last slice of pizza...like this was a third ( Read more... )