Friday, March 12, 2004

poem analysis ain't my specialty
sighs sighs....i'm stuck at home...fricker...args args....man....now shall i do something stupid or just sit around at home and like mope around like a loser....args args.....
args.....fricker...i'm stuck at home...fricker....args args...this is fricken evil.....args....oh wellz...i'll just get my daddy to drive me to like sq1 i suppose...args args....evil evil...fricker.....fucker fucker fucker.....oh wellz...it's not her fault that she passed out....sighs sighs....just mad because i really wanna do something today....but i suppose i ain't....so yeah...args args......