| Current mood: |  exanimate |
| Current music: | "The Sacrament"-HIM +"The Kids Aren't Alright"-The Offspring |
The Sacrament Of Love, The Sacrament Of Warmth Is True, The Sacrament Is You, The Sacrament Is You..
Davey shaves his armpits! Now that's totally sexy! I knew this all along, but I wanted a total picture that showed it! And here we are! ::drools:: This song gives me chills...seriously...okay I had to update. I had a dance yesterday and uh...it was alright. Rob was cool, but they didn't play his ska CD...that wasn't fair! I drank a lot of coke. For your information, not that you even give a shit, I have my time of the month and at this specific moment I am bitchy. I don't know, but PMS doesn't occur DURING your period...does it? Eh who cares. The sacrament is you. Since I feel like it, I'm going to talk more about the dance. We picked up Jess and went. We got in trouble by the principal for our dad coming late, and it was his fault cause he was supposed to pick us up. Paul wouldn't let me go, and when Jeff said that we had to go, he was saying, "I don't want to go!" and he held Kelly and I and Jeff screamed, "PIMP!" I think its true that men's sweat makes you more sexually active. I was telling Paul that he was gonna see me sixth period, and he kept asking if he smelled. But he didn't. Jess, my sister, and I all said he didn't smell bad, so I don't. This song rocks. They played Good Charlotte twice and I ran out both times. They played Sean Paul and Nelly and all that fucked up shit. I don't like it, I didn't even stay in there long. I don't what it was but I didn't feel anything for the last few minutes of the dance. I felt dead, I couldn't hear anything. I couldn't or wouldn't make myself see anything. It was all a blur, until I got outside. And boy was it dark. It felt good. I think I want to make a better layout like the other journal I have. It's really nice. This one is too...but I don't know its weird. I think I'm gonna work on it in a few minutes. Or someones home, I don't know. A man came in, when I was in the bathroom. Clandestine did not come. Clandestine did not come. And why do they tell me its supposed to come today...I hope it comes on Monday, I really do. I've got problems, yes I know. And guess what...
You suck.
Go fuck yourself.
HIM rocks.
Ville rocks.
AFI rocks.
Go fuck an egg.
Eat shit.
Dance on your stand of hatred.
Fuck you, very much.
The kids are NOT alright.
I am NOT alright.
Change your channel.
I'll smash your TV.
Shattered dreams.
Dreams have nightmares.
Optimists have pessimists.
Fuck you, very much.
I play guitar.
I sing.
I sniffed a sharpie.
I'll die by your standards.
Substance.
Leaders Of Men.
Ian Curtis died having Iggy Pop in his CD player.
Fuck you, very much.
Take the test.
There'll be a mother in me.
We bite.
I bite.
I lick.
Denver is in Colorado.
No love lost.
Live freaky.
Die freaky.
You are what you eat.
Fuck you, very much.
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