Tuesday, December 03, 2002

I'm not speaking to you.you hurwt my feewings.

no,I Kid.

i think i have writers block again.or maybe i'm just relaxed.or maybe life is'nt so crappy after all.maybe i can stop being mad at the world and i can move on with a new sense of hope and optimism.maybe i can listen to Ska and dance till i drop.maybe i can cut my hair and wear Ambercrombie and Finch and be nice to people.maybe i'll start to see the brillaince of "7th Heaven".

yeah,and maybe dogs will crap chocolate ice cream.


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