Well, I had gone into the bathroom to find my brush to untangle my poofy-mess-o'-hair and whaddya know! I see a small plastic bag of crack,weed, whatever [I cant tell the difference, nor do I care to know.] just laying there on the table. I was like 'WTF.' so, I told my mom after contemplating whether or not to go bury it or toss it into the lake acrossed the street..and she freaked out. I presume it was my dads.
Do you know how frooking great I feel?! Knowing my whole family [My mom WAS, so she still counts..And I know my sister will..I won't. Nope.] is a bunch of crackheads? I feel like frooking crap. This is the whole reason why I'm straight edge. I gotta put up with this kind of moronic stuff. I was sick of hearing 'LYK R U GOIN TO -insert name here-S PARTYYYYY?@?!@21323sexlawlz!@!!!11!' All. Day. Long. And of course, it was to smoke whatever the heck kids smoke these days.
I think some girl got busted. They called her down to the office right after the cops did the mandatory 'Annual 4/20 Drug Bust' thing or whatever. --; Kids these days. I mean, my friends and I are actually more articulate[sp?] enough to do something than sit around like a mass of flesh and blood and sulk/be retarded. We do creative things. Yes, I have my own sewing machine. Get in my way, you will find your fingers sewed together and a pink ribbon around your neck. [Possibly a general sense of forboding, too..] I'd rather make it myself than spend 100$ on something. I'm just that way. Speaking of money..I need to get some more jeans. I have litterally one pair, because they keep getting big on me. [Good and bad, double edged sword, yes..] I have this urge..to go to hot topic and buy some more socks. THOSE SOCKS WERE COMFYYYYYYY. I need another pair. D':
And some shirts. WHATEVER. BACK. ON. TRACK. I'm sick of 4/20. There are so many theories to its existance..I'm just sick of it. People need to learn that braincells don't regrow themselves [And jelly is from berries..not fricken Jelly fish, retarded blondes..]. Goodness.
Omg. I'm tired now. OKAY ADAM!? YOU HAPPY!?! Jesus..Did I tell you Alisha and I have a stalker? Jason Carlyle. Come down here with your black hummer and be our body guard. XD He'll leave us alone then! <3 Homieeeee.
Oh, and Ily, Dalton. n_n srdflgjfdlglfd GET ONLINE YOU FRIGGEN b*****d! =D Luff joo all..
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 fauney · Sat Apr 21, 2007 @ 04:11am · 5 Comments |
