my painting is breathing in her room
3,000 miles away from Chesapeake, VA
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i painted over somethings that were finished... but i already have 15 pieces i using to pry the door open for college.. i am starring at my essay... ugggg...
Trying not to be drunk so i can finish all of my goals..
My dad said my name about 40 times today, that was cool..
and my mother is hopped up on talking about how cookie and cracker companies take fat and heat it so hot it mutates...
11:34 everything is finally quiet.... now what?
I am serious.
[Edited on Jan 26, 2005 1:10AM]