Reading these old blog posts..
Woooooow, really. Really?
And was I that open, too? You don't advertise that shit! HAHA.
PS. LOL, Alex, you're still the same! C:
delete my account for the better?
Time remaining: 1.90 Days
Expiry Date: July 8, 2007, 7:41 pm
who gives a fuck now.
stephanie and rachel are still dead.
STTTTEEEFFFFANNNNIIIIEEEEE
poontang you.
you're not what you think you were.
... you meant a lot to me.
warped tour!
with conrad and lukasz!
A beautiful girl can make you dizzy, like you've been drinking jack and coke all morning.
She can make you feel high; full a single greatest commodity known to man.
Promise.
Promise of a better day,
promise of a greater hope,
promise of a new tomorrow.
This particular aura can be found in the gait of a beautiful girl;
in her smile and in her soul and the way she makes every rotten little thing about life seem like
it's gonna be okay.
i don't really like you anymore; you kinda piss me off.
A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see that this bed was nicely made
and everything was picked up. Then he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that
was addressed to "Dad."
With the worst premonition he opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter.
Dear Dad:
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you.
I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you.
I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice.
But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercing, tattoos, tight motorcycle
clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am. But it's not only the passion...Dad she's pregnant.
Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the
woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more
children. Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really
hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other
people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy.
In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS
so Stacy can get better. She deserves it. Don't worry Dad. I'm 15 and I know how to take care of myself.
Someday I'm sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren.
Love,
Your Son John
PS. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house.
I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life
than the report card that's in my center desk drawer.
I love you.
Call me when it's safe to come home.
