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my problem in this world is that im sad and bitter. i hate everyone i meet in real life, and the majority of people on the net are cocks as well. i dont know what the fuck has happened to me. maybe im happy this way or maybe ive convinced myself that im happy this way it could also be the insominia thats decided to strike me tonight (thank god on a saturday, id kill myself it was a wednesday or something random like that)and fucking with my head. i think my brain hates me i get too much protein and can lift my 200+lbs sister with ease. im also a fatty and mike loves me as i am. hah i mentioned mike. it be a new drinking game. take a shot or swig everytime i talk about him. youd all get drunk in ten minutes. id rule. the new coke commercials piss me off. orange soda, glows. im giving up chick lit for a bit. i started reading good in bed tonight and i wanted to burn the book. it could also be im cranky and when im cranky everything i come in conctact with, i must destroy. i can be a wmd if not allowed to sleep correctly and left unattended to. watch out, dubya will be after me. ahh the pope is dying and im sad about it. though i wasnt tooo sad about schiavo. though i would have been if they made the laws they passed legal and shit and then they can get involved in my life. i swear the more i stay here, the more i become a republican by asorbtion or maybe not. fuck im rambling. maybe i should turn off the vh1 and attempt sleep again. actually i think im watching mtv2, either way it needs to go offoffoff. oh my chemical romance is crap. and the bravery are growing on me. and lcd soundsystem. i still hate the arcade fire, though i keep recomending them in hopes they get popular and the ballwashing indie kids all commit a mass suicide. weee. okay bed im just getting worse the more i post. and oh yeah, 25 more days. fuck. |