June 29, 2005
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when there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire...! (excellent use of punctuation, if i do say so meeself.)
also,
im jealous of everyone who can write cool xanga entries and get a lot of e props and comments. i want comments. and e props.
and
i hate my job
and
i miss joo-no-hoo*i want to smoke pot but i have to wait until my mother is asleep.
i really miss boston friends. among the most missed are:
nickjenjuliejrichaliejamiehannacan YOU find YOUR name in there????
no.
because i didnt mention it.
take that, sucka.
FUCK YOU VINEYARD PLAYHOUSE. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOUR MOTHER, TOO. SHE'S A WHORE. EVERYBODY KNOWS IT. SHE'S LIKE A BICYCLE THAT EVERYONE HAS HAD A RIDE ON. IN A VILLAGE.
*ariel. (mawwy me por-fAv-or)
Comments (3)
I'm commenting 'cause this entry is fucking cool
You know my mother actually is a bicycle. Thanks a lot for shoving it in my fucking face. GOD DAMN IT! Only a month and a half of work left for you. That's nothing. You can do it!
I have 3 words for you:
Boston. September. Joyfull.
Oh! three more words:
Pot. Cigarettes. Night Band.
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