Dear blog,
father got shitfaced shitfaced last
night. i dont want to eat. i dont like
my hair. sunday imma do something to it.
i wonder if she'll watch the game since
heroes wont be on. this slow is slow...
even for me. but guess what? i still like
it. its different. jen's going to sam's
again. great. and mother is asleep.
i wonder what shes doing. is she with
him? is he sitting down trying to avoid
hitting the penguins? while gaby is yelling
at him? if i didnt know the lyrics to this
song i'd think it would be creepyyyy. ummm
wanna know something? in every post i try to
include a part of the song im listening to at
the moment into the post. but i think you people
might have noticed? nothing will be in this one.
i saw his grandfather's jeep just drive down the
hill. i wonder if joe's home. im sorta like blahh.
ish. =p. i guess im just here left to answer my own
questions. i cleaned my room and i like it again now.
my window blinds are never open. thats a fact. i think
later on imma count the comics in the box. between us
i think we have alot. can i still say we? umm well i
guess im gonna go look for a movie to watch online or
something or maybe just go straight to counting.
over and out