Current mood:	angry
Current music:	red hot chili peppers - "what hits?" cd.

hello, i hate you, won't you tell me your name?
mother must die. search and destroy. or just destroy. one of the five. talk about overprotectiveness in it's most unhealthy state! i call home last night with the simple request to stay over at my friend tom's house with a bunch of other ppls, and she gives me the fucken third degree: "who's tom? where does he live? are his parent's home? what will you be doing? who else is there?" DIE, BITCH! then when i finally convince her to let me stay, after about 10 minutes of "discussion" (aka her yelling at me), she insists i be home by 9 AM!!!!!!!!! 9!!!!! fucking shitballs mother, who the fuck gets up that early on a saturday? brian and ken and i stayed up until 7 talking and shit, and she expects me home two hours later.

anywho, i am now home, and doing "homework" (a report on the salem witch trials...the most boring story about the stupidest, most closed-minded sheep in the world). want some witchcraft? gimme some of your hair, or better yet your blood, and i'll make a voodoo doll for ya. fucking rednecks.

well we're headed off to cuba on tuesday, so i gotta get my act together and get some relaxing in this week. or some suicide. wheeeeeee. i'm off to rachel's now tho, so i'll check back later. tomorrow or something.






DIE, BITCH!