February 2009
4 posts
Dear Girls who Live on my Floor,
Shut up. I wish I could wake up just one morning when you weren’t shrieking in the hallway outside my door. You don’t know how to sing; not wicked, rent, avenue q, pop songs, country songs, rap songs, or anything else. So stop trying to sing, right outside my door.
Quiet time means shut up. Which means talk on your cell phone in your very own room, that you probably killed someone to...
“Keep your pants on and hit the books. We don’t need any more baby...”
– Chumba
so my life up to this point
1. really bad shitty relationships. as in completely 100% I attract creepos that my friends have to fake being rabbis to get them to stop calling me. And I’m actually talking to one on AIM right now because the block button doesn’t work….I only went on one date with him…and he won’t leave me alone because he wants to be “friends” and know all about my...
ummm.
Listening to Taz Mania on wyur.org
Wyur.org has all of your internet radio listening pleasures when you listen at the right times..namely the times i just listed below.
don’t forget to listen to The Dee and Shay Purple Glasses show at 9-10 on Sunday Nights, where we talk about drugs and sex (not really- just to get my dad to call in and threaten to take me out of my all girl’s...