Fuckamaroo. I don't have any friends. My fingers aren't broken. Neither are yours, jackass.
Dancing furry jumbles!
I ate some animal crackers now I'm all jacked up. Do I have to pee already? I've done nothing all day except "math". Which I know I did every single problem wrong and refused to even try to learn how to do it. FUCK MATH. Down with math! Math...is evil. I have no life. All I do is sit on my ass right infront of this fucking computer. ALL FUCKING DAY. It's the first thing I touch in the morning. It's the last thing I touch at night (well...maybe not
) Anyway.
I mean, look, I have two entries already today.
It's okay, you don't have to apologize. I mean, I'm not a real person anyway, right? Unattainable and thus IGNORED. Fine. You know, whatever. I'm used to this by now. God forbid I have to put for any physical effort whatsoever for human contact. People should just know I'm here and rad by my scent, or the light radiating from my cave.
I need to join a D&D group or something. I think that would be particularly awesome. Or real life role playing vampire and werewolves. God that would rock so hard. Actually I'm way too shy to approach anyone on that matter.
I just realize that behind me in my profile picture sits a little gladware container of my roomates snickerdoodle cookies. I stole two of them today and ate them. However, terrifyingly enough, I took that picture quite a while ago.
Oh well.
This song reminds me of getting high in the afternoons with my best friend Heather. Or the time I got caught skipping school and was told to return after we'd just gotten entirely blazed. That was horrible. Paranoia at an all time high. High. Hahaha.
I am human and I need to be loved, just like everybody else does. I also need money. Must buy shit. NOW. Need to move out of here. Must get job.
SNAKE RIVER CONSPIRACY!! Reminds me of...ooooooh yeah. Driving late at night and Bora Bora perfume. And other things as well.
I'm experiencing some servere nostalgia. This is way too long for anyone to read. Especially since none of you are FUCKING INTERESTED. No one is, it's okay. Don't try to tell me otherwise, fucker. I know the truth. I know the truth.
Breed, breed on your own. You're always alone, you suffering clone.
Dancing furry jumbles!
I ate some animal crackers now I'm all jacked up. Do I have to pee already? I've done nothing all day except "math". Which I know I did every single problem wrong and refused to even try to learn how to do it. FUCK MATH. Down with math! Math...is evil. I have no life. All I do is sit on my ass right infront of this fucking computer. ALL FUCKING DAY. It's the first thing I touch in the morning. It's the last thing I touch at night (well...maybe not
) Anyway.
I mean, look, I have two entries already today.
It's okay, you don't have to apologize. I mean, I'm not a real person anyway, right? Unattainable and thus IGNORED. Fine. You know, whatever. I'm used to this by now. God forbid I have to put for any physical effort whatsoever for human contact. People should just know I'm here and rad by my scent, or the light radiating from my cave.
I need to join a D&D group or something. I think that would be particularly awesome. Or real life role playing vampire and werewolves. God that would rock so hard. Actually I'm way too shy to approach anyone on that matter.
I just realize that behind me in my profile picture sits a little gladware container of my roomates snickerdoodle cookies. I stole two of them today and ate them. However, terrifyingly enough, I took that picture quite a while ago.
Oh well.
This song reminds me of getting high in the afternoons with my best friend Heather. Or the time I got caught skipping school and was told to return after we'd just gotten entirely blazed. That was horrible. Paranoia at an all time high. High. Hahaha.
I am human and I need to be loved, just like everybody else does. I also need money. Must buy shit. NOW. Need to move out of here. Must get job.
SNAKE RIVER CONSPIRACY!! Reminds me of...ooooooh yeah. Driving late at night and Bora Bora perfume. And other things as well.
I'm experiencing some servere nostalgia. This is way too long for anyone to read. Especially since none of you are FUCKING INTERESTED. No one is, it's okay. Don't try to tell me otherwise, fucker. I know the truth. I know the truth.
Breed, breed on your own. You're always alone, you suffering clone.
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blah blah blah don't waste your time on emotions, think clear, and take advantage of the vast knowledge available or you are wating your time and money....FEEELIng drunk and verbose but I think I need people like you who are willing to accept this website to make a differnece in my world...................and always travel...which is the best classroom...drunk and crazy...sorry your my only friend on this site..................The fine art department is where it is at..But telecom rocks too..........