March 2011
1 post
November 2010
3 posts
October 2010
2 posts
September 2010
3 posts
Ahhhhh too much new in too short of time. School soccer driving Test ahhhhhhh
August 2010
7 posts
Jeez I wonder why I have zero respect for you. Is it really necessary to snoop your 14y-o daughters texts and pretend to your other daughter that u aren’t?
Oh right she must have left the phone in your hands. Just like I left my diary in your room.
Sure thing.
Superduper happy to be at christina lake!!!! I’ve missed it so much!
Its a chicken! Chicken chicken chicken…. I mean… Cluck!
– Stu Windsor
Isn’t Fred Meyer the american version of walmart?
– Nicolai
July 2010
2 posts
June 2010
6 posts
Run away is more like it...
i am twenty fucking years old. i can go for a run at one eh em if i damn well please. for crying out loud i am not going to get shot. you are a dumb twat mother woman.
i’m regretting moving home already.
sheeesh.
i just want a shoulder to cry on…
..and there was one
why does it feel like everyone has more fun/friends/experiences/things to offer/luck/insert other thing here.
i fucking hate everything. it all sucks. i want nothing to do with anyone/anything/life in general.
and you. i especially fucking hate you tonight. you never care about anyone else’s time but yours. i fucking wait around for you all the fucking time and you don’t even care in...
Ageless Girl – Syndrome X →
May 2010
21 posts
My Insomnia...
Has reached new levels of awful…
BBC News - A rare glimpse of the cave of crystals →
defs on my bucket list!
I believe that one defines oneself by reinvention. To not be like your parents....
– Henry Rollins
August 2009
5 posts
...more rain = more interweb
i’m not so good at blogging. i should be though since i talk so much…
okay so this news story is wacked, and not wiggity wack, just regular kind. so this woman, amy wolfe, is planning to marry an amusment park ride
she says and i quote
“I love him as much as women love their husbands and know we’ll be together forever,” she said.
Miss Wolfe first fell for the ride when she was...
Because everything popular is wrong.
– Oscar Wilde