December 2008
11 posts
every time i visit auburn.
reminds me why i left.
my voice is like, gone.
everyemptyword:
samwantspeace:
shallowandskeazy:
NOW HOW AM I GOING TO ENJOY HEARING MYSELF SPEAK? this is so dumb.
it’s still snowing. whatever happened to global warming? such a joke.
Globe warming = globe climate change, really changes the weather patterns.
hahahaha true dat.
and btw, i was going for ignorant whiny bitch when i posted that in the first place. so obviously, i...
nostalgia.
presents get better every year. but every christmas is not quite as good as the last. i guess my childhood is really gone.
but it’s cool. MATERIALISM OVER EVERYTHING.
my voice is like, gone.
NOW HOW AM I GOING TO ENJOY HEARING MYSELF SPEAK? this is so dumb.
it’s still snowing. whatever happened to global warming? such a joke.
to a world i hate.
STOP SNOWING.
or at least to misquote dr. dre, let me drive.
LIKE, REALLY.
love, jerruhme.
working till midnight on a school night.
was a terrible idea. at least i’m making hella bank this week. so whatevz.
i hope it’s late start tomorrow. i’m really not planning on going to first period otherwise. and i haven’t really been going to that class too often anyways.
ayo motivation. like, where are you beezy?
so apparently ducks are birds.
thanks guys for not being bitchez about it. REALLY COOL. haha, just kidding.
maybe i can live without.
when i’m out from under.
the accounting trip.
was seriously the best experience of my life. i don’t even know why but i loved like everything. i wrote a rap for a regional accounting firm, Moss Adams, kind of as a joke, but they asked me to write them a whole song and come to an office party to rap for them. and these are people making six figures. getting with them would be the greatest thing to ever happen. and i could actually work...
i parted my hair on the wrong side of my head.
it was much like like getting up on the wrong side of the bed, with equally disastrous results. today was just terrible. that’s a lie. but whatevz.
tomorrow will be a good day. of which i will be spending eleven hours with mister fabritius. and according to last weekend’s hardly comprehensible text messages, i’m going to be really really into that. oh and i’m gonna look...