|Current mood:|| pissed off|
Oh my fucking God.
Ordinary day. Everything was going so well. That is, until Seventh period. That was when the Dana discussion started. Let me clear this up for anyone who doesn't know: I hate, with the passion of the sun, Dana. She's a fake lesbian bitch with a fat ass and problems that no one cares about. She thinks she's so much better than everyone, and she's really not, and I hope she fails in the real world. And why does she always have to be different? Hitler was not a good person, you bitch. Oh, I swear, she's going to find my foot shoved ass, but only because I won't be able to pull it out after I kick it. Then, someone brought up that my foot wouldn't fit because her head is taking up all the room. Oh geeze. I'm a horrible person, but I love it. One day, she's going to commit suicide, and the sad thing is, I won't care. I would dance on her grave. I would write about all the things she's done to make me want to drown her, but I haven't got enough time. But, mark my word, I'll write more about it later.
I'll depart with these words: She'd be the one I'd barbeque first.
Later days loves.