... to her and she has every right to be angry. But it's easier to be angry at someone on behalf of someone else, than it is to be angry for yourself. So I guess that means I'm in the deep crapolla with Theodore. Lily says: You know how protective he is of her. If you thought he'd tried to hurt someone you loved, you'd be pissed, too. Barney says: Yeah. I know. It sucks. I have ...
... less. you have to believe in this and do not settle for hopeless or self destructive paradigms no matter who hands them to you, even if the worlds most powerful psychic or guru gives you some foretelling of crapolla, go against it, rebel, rise up, be yourself and know what you deserve and what is coming to you. no shame. even if we get taken out before we experience such love, at least we died ...
I am so bored! Nothing really to do either, well I could watch a movie I guess... I'm really sick of the damn Twilight crapolla media fest. Its so bad that Miley Cyrus is trashing it! Ok, to me, that's pretty much the same demographic target market!
..., she paid in full and her doll was in the last wave of colls to be shipped. I always wanted a Soom doll just like I always wanted a Custom House doll but in the light of all the crapolla these two companies have been through lately, they both need to clean up their act before I consider buying from them. In Custom House's defense, they seem to be getting better but still a few things slip by. ...
So, I feel like I just fucked myself up the butthole. It was my decision to transfer to Baruch College so I can get a business degree. It was my choice to reply that I will be attending Baruch. Now, this is where I want to kill myself. A few days ago, Baruch sent me a packet to take a Compass exam and a SIMNET exam. I took the Compass exam when I went to Hunter and I ended up in remedial ...
...good at planning. ^_^''' I got in a car wreck, a pizza boy driving a stolen car ran a red light in a 45 MPH zone, slammed into the front of my car and killed my Yaris. I now drive a Toyota Crapolla. I was going 25 MPH, my car was on fire, and they stranded me in the middle of a busy intersection. Then, the guy that hit me offered me a cigarette. I was 17. I smoke now. Kinda'. Just ...
...quite depressing actually. And then I just dropped them entirely in disgust. And THEN it all started to come together. Now my short story opens on para four or five, but I'm okay with that. Less plodding crapolla (how do you spell that anyway?) to get through. Maybe I should go back for a bit before bed. Or maybe leave well enough alone. I only feel really good about one out of every dozen times I...