Drunk again, because I have a PROBREM that no one, least of all me, wants to address.
I know I wrote 'probrem' so SHUTTUP you goddamn prestupnik.
Don't talk to me!
Don't talk to me, criminal!
Heehee. Transformers. Always a good decision.
I wanna go to sleep but my bed is so cold. And lonely. And devoid of emotion. And prolly full of bed bugs because it's a dorm bed and you know how that is.
Ugh. Foreign Individual Sex Juice.
On MY bed, no less!! As if they knew I would be coming in next to be thoroughly disgusted by it! By the thought of it!
Ugh. Truly horrific.
I had a goddamn time opening that can of Skettios without a can opener, though. Like, the top's all bent up and in like a star shape....
My room mate's name is Alistair.
What a cool fucking name.
Well, that top could hurt somebody, namely me. Boy, I'll be so mad if that shit even touches me, man, I'll fling that shit right off the balcony.
Kill some sad motherfucker with a poorly opened can of Spaghettios.
Spaghettios: The Siwent Kiwwah.
Heh heh heh speech impediments.
I never had one. I don't think any of the girls I knew did. All the boys did, tho, but I thought they were from oft, so I didn't think it was weird.
You know that chili from Wendy's? Ok, man, they have this like hot sauce stuff specifically for the chili and it is God's Prophet to the Sauce Community.
That's how good it tastes. Mmmmmmm! That shit's so good!
What the hell is it?! Man, I don't know, but I would hate to live without it.
Damn stuff has crack cocaine in it, I bet. That's why I keep wanting it all the damn time. It might be. actually, because I has no money and I want EVERYTHING all the damn time when I has no monies.
Well I'm going to go to sleep nao.
Byeeeeeeee! ^-^
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