|Current mood:|| scared|
|Current music:||joni mitchell- little green|
i am so screwed. it's almost 9 and i haven't started to finish my keith haring paper. holymotherfuckingcrap. i don't know what i'm gonna do. there should be a procrastination pill. i'm so dumb. dumb dumb dum. so dum i spell dum without a "b". because it DOESN'T NEED IT. and neither do i NEED to do this EFFING paper. happy mother's day, keith haring, you FUCKING SODOMIST.
i am daughter, hear me roar.
it's kevin's birthday tomorrow, and i just finished his last gift, which he won't get until next week. it's so awesome. i think i'll put a picture of it in here, considering it has been the source of all my work ethic and it's inadequacy... yes, inadequate. tara=inadequate.
so here you go, uncut. and even with "one year, six months" lyrics.