August 16, 2005
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RANDOMNESS OF CRAZY
So even though I love Xanga and reading other posts, I feel like I never have enough to say. Where are my words? I don't know. Do you? Well, I'll keep trying. Maybe one day I'll write the great American novel of my time.
Who the fuck cares really? Does anything make any sense? no yes why because i said so biatch dont you think i know you do whats in that mind of yours live cant wont shouldnt try harder ungrateful spoiled bitch do what i fucking tell you dont look at me i hate you too desensitized emotionless dont care wont care cant care help me dont leave ill be good will i ever up down all around i keep going and going and going boiling over im a melting pot of squid squishy i slip and slide and dip and glide down your throat never again will i be your doormat do you think im crazy i know you are dont push me stop touching me no yes please pretty please with sugar on top over-stimulated under-educated roadkill laugh laugh laugh shake it off no broken mirrors leave move never stay numb flight or fight the grimm reaper who disgusts me i loathe you and everything you stand for mickey mouse and the gang smiling and laughing and clapping with joy and glee oh please give me a break you make me want to scream and choke on my own vomit 
this was just a random free-write. Hope you enjoyed it!
Comments (3)
Man, someone needs a (((((Hug)))))
very wild...
i know what you mean!
Swimming with dolphins was pretty cool, though not quite as cool as I thought it would be. It was pretty organized and controlled, so there wasn't that much freedom. It was more like we were in the water while the dolphins were doing tricks, though we did get to pet them and stuff.
And as far as keeping the costs of scrapbooking down . . . can you be more specific? I'm not quite sure what you mean.
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