I wouldn't be caught dead hanging around someone like you..
Friday, December 19, 2008 9:09 PM
Today, I can finally type to everyone who reads this (all 5 of you) and say that I am almost completely content with my life as it is.
Of course, there's the little flaws, friends, relationships (I think that counts as friends too) and finding money to buy Christmas gifts.
Hopefully someone (i.e. my mother or father) will take me shopping so I can show my appreciation to my friends *cough*.
(If I had any.) (Just a joke.)
Todays activities include:
Not telling Cherry.
Belting out two songs with your bestfriend.
Chugging Coke Zero.
Sneaking onto the computer late at night.
Oh and just for the record,
"Wouldn't it be perfect if we could turn this thing into a car and ...*screeching sound*..."
No Alex, no you can't have my AUTOGRAPHED GREETING CARD.
*smirk*
Obsession status:
Worse than ever.
Maybe I should just give in and let it consume me, to the point of stalkering.
I'll show up at his door.
She'll ask who I am.
I'll smile at her and answer,
"Hello."
Then the cops will be called.
A police man, who's new to the squad and hasn't had his taste of blood for the day, will shoot me.
My obsession will end.
And the world will be rid of me.
Then again, I like living, and I love loving them.
Of course, there's the little flaws, friends, relationships (I think that counts as friends too) and finding money to buy Christmas gifts.
Hopefully someone (i.e. my mother or father) will take me shopping so I can show my appreciation to my friends *cough*.
(If I had any.) (Just a joke.)
Todays activities include:
Not telling Cherry.
Belting out two songs with your bestfriend.
Chugging Coke Zero.
Sneaking onto the computer late at night.
Oh and just for the record,
"Wouldn't it be perfect if we could turn this thing into a car and ...*screeching sound*..."
No Alex, no you can't have my AUTOGRAPHED GREETING CARD.
*smirk*
Obsession status:
Worse than ever.
Maybe I should just give in and let it consume me, to the point of stalkering.
I'll show up at his door.
She'll ask who I am.
I'll smile at her and answer,
"Hello."
Then the cops will be called.
A police man, who's new to the squad and hasn't had his taste of blood for the day, will shoot me.
My obsession will end.
And the world will be rid of me.
Then again, I like living, and I love loving them.
